sally, maybe.

sally
I know
theres hardly anything
to hoping
and sally i understand
your lament
your pit
your own terrifyingly
ungraspable
loneliness


and the nothing of it all


i still think
you are a thing
that is a necessity
a thing that the elements
of all of existence
collide to bring
shed away to spurt forth
evolution by natural selection
picks traits that
keep humanity living
more practically
luxuriously
safely
happily.
 and your little genotypes
your marble sparkle phenotypes
to be someone with enough
bristlance
prolixity
misery
to rise
humanity
a bit.


sally
all these hollow mornings
the window slightly open
the books taunt and mock
gruesome
why learn a single lonely little thing
all things
represent
the dry little
ungraspableness
simultaneous goddamn horrifying beauty
of life
why learn
when all things hurt


and now i see you
heavy with the striking
 maybe
of potential


sally i think maybe
the world doesn't need you
like i thought and i think
maybe
you are only a sparking genotype
soft with falling coy washed out
dirty golden
locks
and fear
for only my own


.............SALVATION...........


my own evolution
my own tucked in luxury
you besides me
or just simply
you there
refutes
the abolishment
the annihilation
of
me