to the world,f you.
f your “ooh look at me and make me great
but not if you have to value in gold
for great is really greed
and what i really need is to be fed.”
f your “love me and never leave me
unless you take to the sea to travel centuries rebuilding my legacy by demolishing your agency and consuming all histories in opposition to me.”
f your “the universe is infinite and we are but a spec
but nothing less than amazing as we are the solemn species of being, ruling from the world and to the stars and out of the black hole from which we have crawled out of…we are ultimate
we own all of this
and that is the end of it.”
f your “teach me and give me wisdom yet undermine all those in queerdom and otherness other than what constitutes me and we–really I–know and have to show for learning how to stay closed”
f your contradictory compository of f’d up memories, disengaged from reality induced in abnormality normally constitutes this chaotic form of the world…
and then conceived
f the world, and f you too.