Tears of Unicorn – Fujita Masayoshi
Dimes
fall from the sky,
like eyes.
Like little souls,
pools from scored pies.
(or pines – we can’t decide)
Why
can we not fight?
What ties
our curled hands
to tools despised.
We’re all alone inside.
Life
in double time.
Ctrl I
I don’t deserve.
I am afraid.
There is nothing left to learn.
Seasinks
acraein 