chaos.

sun came out, and i walked on my feet
and heard with my ears. i ate the bits,
the bits stayed down, and i work.
i function like i'm a girl.
i hate it because i know
it'll go away.
the sun goes dark and chaos has come again.
bits.
fluids.
what am i?


war stories, firefly
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[thanks to lem for his ongoing brilliance and awareness.]
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it's this maelstrom
tries to take us all. i hear her crying
apple bits. chaos. it won't stop,
it never stops.
i see them. they all walk by,
so many people; and their faces. their eyes tell stories
there's something wrong.
i feel--
but can't fix it. everything comes, then everything goes
nothing stays. i know that i should
i have to do something.
not enough, insufficient..keep trying,
keep failing. and i can't, i need
it's this maelstrom.


where is donnie?