Our happiness gamifying misery
in the art of not dying
& the victories we have won
get painfully curled
tight from the seeded culm
the bean counter on the rooftop bar
the highballs the end times the exhibition talk
& The Sadist Whips the Obviously Innocent
cut from me the value but also
a language of another kind,
no bird sound limitation of the fragile
inescapability of this kind of life
