Flies

A palpable fear exists love is a ghastly figure.
Between illuminated warmer bodies still untapped I am.
I file them into ranks.
I file myself alongside them,
turning another corner of an empty maze.
So what if as a child that I believed in freedom?
Hands through the wilting tree of grand escape.
Head first into a system just like all other systems.
It makes a reference to utility.
We serve like flies,
with our hands
with our hands out to the sky just to surrender.
I’ve got my null mask on,
their flesh and shiny things,
their wanton bubbles burst with envy for attention.
The world is sensed through glass,
capturing the frills of life.
Lepers in a colony of virgins.