I am here now,

light and shadow,

drawn to and directed by the intangible.

Still

obsessed with dirt, waste, fluorescence, the shiny.

humans can ruin everything

we touch

self destruction...

I like it. It is good.

It is

Less of me

Less of me

seduced

while sinking

into a hole

(searching for ether)

disintigrating by way of ethanol,

weak, whitish knuckles, cut by paper edges.

necessary...

Many years abandoned, paralyzed, dead,

necessary...

No more.

Less of me

And all of me

Reimagined,

as Love