We are always vulnerable,
an uncertain fragile mess,
secretly fearful
beneath the neat and civilised
order of appearance
that we carry like the
metal of a cyborg on display.
And the truth
(if we are to be honest)
about what we feel,
in this hive of regularity
that we call life,
is that we want to say,
“Fuck it all! I don’t want
this shit anymore!”
17/3/2017