my sinful typing fingers
transmitting diligent scripts
and investigating vigilance
I did not script this
my vigilance deficit skull
and a skillset irreplaceable
it doesn't breathe–
my conceivable skillset
constrained and abused
I did not script this
my vigilance-craving compassion
burns without fire and
nothing is breathed,
all that floats is inhaled–
discarded and mistaken
I did not script this
but in my head, it waits and screams
