Probability Axioms

i let the words take me. all those places that flesh cannot go. the sunken valleys where grief flourishes. the high peaks where intimate bonds are cultivated.

i was a vulture. death was my feast.

we lied. pretended it was momemtum. though we weren't moved.

it was bright at first. the loud surrender of conceit. as it peeled away the dead skin.

then it was dark. simple fits of knowness. threading their needles. mending the holes.

we're little more than chemistry and adjectives. as we navigate these empty stages. the play long since acted. the audience forgotten.

i don't know what we are. or what we might have been.

all that i know. all i have.

is what we're not.