Dancing Alone

In my room

this techy-dub-house

 2 and 2

dream of  raptors

 wings, talons, whatever

skulk in this place

for some exchange

anything like,

 a fire uninfluenced
in copious fuel

and fantasize about overpowering limbs

as though the need to ever have to;

 thinking how hard something can catch my trigger

And detonate

So-deep-inside-you

like a scream through dimension

Because not every-fucking-waking-second was a long moment that dragged
winding the road to the highest branch
woven within these white rooms
something beautiful can be found 

destroy ourselves to become immortal 

Not that a name is any representation 

All that matters is ephemeral

Let nothing be left undone