I tread the pulley’s invisible chains
Which link all humanity together;
For I am not bound as others are.
I balance as a free climber atop cliffs of rusted souls,
Dissipating chain-link to chain-link;
Absorbing an erotic touch, a frigid stare,
A scalding anger, and on again to the next.
Such a vicarious leper of emotions am I;
So invisible to the plagued.
All is siphoned through me,like some twisted medium
Of technology implanted in a being, yet I retain nothing.
All-s forgotten instantly: like a -harp click on a tired -last- delete button. -man-… take back. Take…-way.
*Like a sharp click on a tired plastic delete button,
Permanent take back. Take away.