I’m still here.
\nThere are no plans to be anywhere else.
\nIcon after icon falls.
\nMost to decay.
\nAnd one hates to blame the victim,
\nBut they seem to me, at least,
\nTo be complicit in the ravaging.
\nI have these dreams, then hypnic jerks,
\nthen staccato screams of, “Heh.”
\nAfraid for a microsecond,
\nI have to talk myself into knowing.
\nIt’s just a dream.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I’m still here. There are no plans to be anywhere else. Icon after icon falls. Most to decay. And one hates to blame the victim, But they seem to me, at least, To be complicit in the ravaging. I have these dreams, then hypnic jerks, then staccato screams of, “Heh.” Afraid for a microsecond, I … <\/p>\n