ANAMEMOIR

A black hole slowly stretching time

Walking on broken Saturn rings in my brain

I can’t voice or whisper what I read

With sore throat, rising acid, wasted years
Lucky to still have music in my ears

Luckier that my brain can still compose

I am a supernova exploding backwards
I don’t know if it’s my body or my soul stretching upward.
The black hole effect. A black hole in the sky.
They say there is no turning back but—

(I still haven’t tried??? I’m not losing control yet? I— don’t know what to say next… but it is actually about my disillusionment.)

(using — as a f*** you. NO AI.)