at least electrons have somewhere to go when they are excited
either I am meta stable
or there will be some lightshow when this resolves itself

there is something to the sensation of drifting towards becoming applied theory
that gives me guilt
that places it into my palm
i didn't know i would have to be
responsible for this

Egon Schiele had surprisingly few thoughts on the female form
or communicated them rather sparingly
I have even fewer
but want so desperately to commit them to medium
why

there is something to the idea of
insecure robots
or artificial intelligence
is acting robotic the null or the totality of narcissism?
this i must know before i report any more

listen:
i believe in your humanity, steadfastly
it is very convenient for me to leave any notions of
the rather cynical alternative
out of the question