My experiments 

turning out better

then I made them

I now exit

I smelled my perfect relationship this morning, making tea, as if I had already had it. It came from the future as the past. Something that has yet to happen but had already ended.

Sufi ring on the counter

moments of emotion

only because the flow 

is fragmented

So what lies beyond

...

The soundtrack has me

and I'm far too gone

Inviting aggression

back into myself

completing the toolbox

of creation of life

When all the demons

are dead

What will you

name things