I saw the manifestation of things as
an interlocking, vast fishcale torso
potential, my future; jutting angular
from my guts, carrying my implied
descendents and influence
all creativity as slight flourishes
of the endless loop of continuation
Sincerity the ultimate goal of art
Aesthetics merely the bait for the attention
I felt how nobody likes feeling used
Yet it is you who do the using
We want it to be for something
Children the most usual excuse