I'm drawn to this destructive, violent
intoxication of the 12th house. I'm
without place without madness, without sense
without obsession and addiction. I'm
repeating mental illnesses, crazy
reiterations of weirdness, nervous
neuroses and delusions. I'm moving
toward the flame like a moth that doesn't
care for its own safety. I mutilate
myself, annihilate identities
I used to depend on and find value
in. O god release me from the turmoil
inherent in being! She is a mess
but still I somehow believe in our love.
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