You have no right to say such things
The truth is somewhere in between
it and what exists in my head
But then you say it like a certainty,
deny my conception of reality,
rip it out of me before the first breath
I know you don't know any better
so I say nothing and tuck away my pains,
sink beneath the waves of your words
I bottle sand and bits of shells
saved from your still- crashing surf
to puzzle later but never fit together
The entrails of the machine are spilling in haphazard order
Across the allotted space of my desk
Silver, red and black coating hug the gold and semi-conductors
The heart of the machine, my machine,
is heatedly blinking to the wires of a careful and furious transfusion
It was surgically removed from the body that could no longer read it
We are performing a long overdue emergency operation-
First the data that does not quite transfer
Save the heart
then save the body,
Save the mind.
Pluto is sending, is descending,
is from her duchessy demoted.
We have always called it so,
soon none shall know--
And herself, but slighted slightly
for our passing life of seconds,
keeps graceful ampersanding
across the canvas universe.