Therefore, I want a future without the loose brain and moldy patching. Crave is a hell of a love, a gaping maw of newborn requiem, of yearning (see: transcendental) to be seen as flight before wing, smile before jaw sink, breathing before rot (also: not, knot). Head is filled with holes, your thoughts are filled. Your thoughts are filled with holes, holes of mine, holds of yours, rocks of relinquish, grips as gift, Let me go is what I mean when I say nothing, Let me go is what I mean when I say Let me go, not the opposite, not another image of you letting go, not letting go and coming back with more hands, I mean for you to fly away, in the most literal sense.