Psychological aberrations, exhalations, investigations, waystations. Thoughts lying about thoughts. Eyes closing themselves. Automatic denial systems activated by blue streaks of truth. Calculating chimes tick off the last hour of breeze. Motion noted in time, by reference, by rote obligation. By psychological mirrors I keep here between breaths.
Written from an underground missle escaping the Loop. With strangers beside, fresh from clocking out, clocking on.
