There is an illusion
of Apex

He is locked in a black and white police car
Or is it she?

Sometimes, with dogs. It's hard to know behind bars.

We regard the outside world
within the trained response

sort of like riding a train
we tend to fall in line

And then along comes someone
without pants

And we must set our dreams
where our bodies are

A part of us breaks apart
light fills us
if just for a moment

Everything is so messed up

But it is something that we can work toward
Our body temperature rises and falls

White blood cells move around
the thing that moves through the air
and water
and touch

Sets us to sleep from exhaustion
The virus

is the dominant

on earth
and now it cycles slowly down within me

my head
my heart

a dying fire