cannibalism

in these moments of
perservation,
preservation,
it's hard to not get lost in the difference.

am i here or am i there?

always aiming
too easily we forget
to keep those feet
squared
flat
and, floating, we get lost in the
disconnect

transcendence
bliss
madness
what's the diff?

if i am here
it doesn't even matter
for who i am constantly shifts
from moment to moment

never the same
always a change

aiming
slaying
it's all the same.

so, eat that kill.
all ready.
it'll be

delicious.