planes

my liver is erased from the plane of logic
such a fitting end
for such an undeserving day
time explodes
numbers charge and
colors seige the sky
they try to squeeze
crimson from #aquamarine#
but all proof is lost
when we swim in the liquid fear
towards the mirage
the mirage of our Tiresias
the sign; convuluted
but nonetheless a sign
left on the plane of logic