ghosts guide us through the past -
confusedly, silently -
until the ending.
undoingness
numbs the blood-colored reality.
nothing is coming into nothingness.
let me be a part of it,
let it shatter me.
prioritized.
are you ideals taken care of?
do you join them, paralyzed?
are you even there?
play the payoff.
please, pretty please, don’t just
randomly strive for
understanding.