The Subject

The feed is noise.

This is signal under pressure.

Subject Still Writing

Break the mind

Break the love

It returns

shrapnel the body refuses to expel

Tehran or here

the chant splits

prayer or detonation

same mouth

This conflict lives in the joints

Together we exhale

slow leak

something leaving

or entering

Candles burning down to nerve

surrender is wax

I inhale the chemical weather

manufactured sky in the lungs

Systems arrive without a knock

already inside

They drive linguistics into the walls

syntax restraint

grammar cage

No sleep

only revisions of consciousness

And still I am writing

Not to survive

to mark the damage

in a language

they cannot stabilize

.PoetKing.