Statement of Purpose

I blink in time to
the cursor, half-listening
half-wishing for a heart-attack.
My mind can stop its pulse,
rushing voltage-gated channels.

Give me something stronger.

I can drown, dissolve
my fingers in neurotransmitters,
feel the restless itch
rising in my rhythms,
like rising static in my ears.

Snakes live in my eye sockets.

These moments made
to fade like unwritten
sentences on white screens,
white screams of wrong words
wrong mode for this.

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