They say the mind is the first to go.

I wouldn’t know.

I’ve always been too slow

and prone to distraction.

Sometimes the heart

is a bloody stone.

Sometimes it won’t start.

Other times it does nothing but eat.

Hunger keeps you coming back to see
if it’s possible to keep growing.

If it’s possible to keep from knowing
how it all must end.

It is.

Just turn off

the narrator.

Watch as the Luna Moth

blinks its eyespots in order to confuse
confines of creature and space.

Recuse

yourself from the trial.

Admit.

Ascend.

Ignore the beginning.

Refuse the end.