OFLUXO

i long for teleological thoughts
something immaculate and absolute
but desire remains a firm and silent fruit

anxieties
the anxiety of being mired in one’s moment
the anxiety of overspilling one’s margins
the anxiety of truth as an asymptotic function

i have yet to feel the flower
nature blooms for elixir color
like a plump plush winnie the pooh in a cloud forest
desire does not seek its object
desire seeks only to replicate itself
desire is both mechanism and form of proliferation

and you too a lowly worm,
my favorite kind of worm