the thing is

you have to put your hand into the blackbox

to get a feel of what's in there.

what i mean by ouroboros is

i have my head up my own ass—

one more twist and i'll be a mobius strip.

a friend said one day you're gonna regret

not doing all these things now

i replied it's better to regret later

than to suffer now but i did not mean it.

the logic that dictates my life

must've been written by some orphan fate—

there is no room for me

in rooms of their own.

the thing is

afraid of what might be lurking

in the black box, you wear a glove

so thick that all you can feel

is a fuzzy blur of a shapeless mass

of an aborted foetus of a possible future.

~ ajay

1/6/2022