my future is so
clouded
like the
l ron hubble
telescope
introverted
with an as yet
uncorrected

lens.

some days feel
exactly
like what i

assume
being caught in
a whirlwind
of angry owls
whilst naked
trying
to figure out
what delicate

bits
to cover

knowing
eight arms
is never
enough.

i dream

i am a squid.

silent.

the off milling
of
the gigantic piece
of glass
leaving a halo
of mocking colors
where
naught but darkness
should exist.

all in all.

normal.

just
one dimension

off.