Here we have our second one, woohoo! This flailing, obscure style is the kind of thing I write more often.
Struggle
Is it simple? Is it
complicated? The
force that grinds us together -
in love? - in uncontrollable aggression?
Force. Self-destructive. Builds us a bomb
shelter, a tunnel, a warren.
All beast, we dig, tear up the surface;
bleed. Suck
on death, then crave it,
always restless, sleepless.
dreamless.
Are we worthless?
Perpetually we dive; cliffs falling into shallow water.
Live and discover oblivion; we
dissolve into each other's arms.