Subversive.

My desire:

convolution

that is what you think

I've lingered an eternity

with down-trodden wings

In case of an emergency

we burn all our things

pick out our favorite cinder

add a Spanish "she"

What irony!

(the story

of inner beauty seen)

take the field

leave me

whatever it has to be

but take with you this pain

from veins

from hands and feet

wear it like a shirt

Be curt

and I'll believe

that fission did its mission:

split you up

Set me free