no fight right no fight at all.
flagging. falling further from
any feeling. all of them. if
I fracture, is it fatal? if I freeze–
fetal? all these figments. these
finepoints, fragments, fists
of memory. I had fight once.
I had fervor, fury, the force
of my faith. I had belief, held
it firm. I felt I could fix things.
that my findings were full
and fair. friends were fast,
life would follow. all fine, all
fully formed, nothing forked
nothing freakish. this was
false. foolish. I failed to fear
default. fire fading, fields
fallowing. I should have
feared the fog. the flattening
of all affect. fecklessness is
our profoundest failing. not
fame, not filth, not ferocity–
indifference. fucking drift.