fundamentals

another night hating the mirror.
i hate what i've become.
the fundamental theory is being aware -
aware of being alone.
i hate this.

we are powerless.
i am out of control -
scream,
plummet,
down
and
away
all my heroes have failed me.
the daisy will never measure up to the sun.

my throat is raw fire and my fingers drip blood.
i will kneel for the rest of the hour.

the stars watch me rediscover
the fundamental theory is being alone.