My mind falls numb 
before my body ceases to jitter,
and I often dream, very briefly, that
I’m treading every line between
the ethereal and the corporeal,
searching for a crossing,
to scream at the deities
governing this world,
as well as myself,
for living in it.

This poem was originally published in Ant-Heroin Chic.

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