You make me feel alright
safety in numbers
i let go of the night

You make it all okay
and i do
knowing i love you
outside of need
its so soothing

this summer i will bury myself inside
in books
outside of the light
where theories glare off mirrors
too bright

a
b
c
d
c

10101010101010101010101010101010
there is no such thing as binaries
but
cyborgs are only metaphorical
so far...

ten more months of symbolic liminality
ten more months of representational peabodies
ten more months of which to base my life on

but this was about you
you make me feel alright
hold me tight
keep me out of the night
allow me to sleep
ten more months
finally