I am home, I think
I am a girl, I think
Sucking on the fingers of the sun and
Crossing my eyes to protect my soul from demons
I am the child of lux conception, I think
The flash of HD illumination lighting my way into
The damp and arctic universe
I am a story, I think
Writing like a madman in box to shake down the future
Remember me like X targeting your cities
Remember me good so I don't have to haunt you.
This poem is about:
Me