within belief lies a lie
a little kernel to belie if I must

irritating the fold
I occupy

I layer it with mattresses
cultured layers to soften the blow

to quiet the poking seed
to misdirect calls into the reed

I machine tentacles and automatons
as extensions of cognition

confusing extrovert expansion, loud big
as if altruistic good dowry to my mind

in what I belief
I hold lie

as dear, as index
as core tékhnē to my blinds:

point at it
in disbelief

caring and open
to re-receive

                             —animasuri’24