the insurging demise of insurgent eyes 

suppose
we’re all just pixels
pixel-lating ourselves
in pixel-lationings
of endlessly emptying moments
bulging over 
‘cause they’re here
filling with nothing then
when when is nothing
‘cept just another then

but how can such be
pixels are supposing to make see
somethings else we’re making be
so having other things
‘sides what we calling me

but then what when this stage goes dead
choking on this dessert filling my head
that’s shackling me here instead
and keeps keeping on texting
“just as long as this screen’s lightening up
you can be sure you’re living
and not just here being somewhere dead”

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