I want to ingest lust polished clean as Pawn Shop Silver.
I want to break down on the highway, conduct traffic
Inhibited by my anchor.
I believe in stop motion.
I believe time commenced
And progresses the inevitable balance
Of death. This assures the most
to be exposed
In the waning seconds of now
That what started as an accident
Designated as the Origin Of Time
Precedes as now
The coffee stain lingering on my kneecap,
Warming the patella,
Was the likeliest of scenarios
After purchase. The other options
The stainless denim moments
Exist somewhere boring,
The parallel dimension