Poetry / I am human

sleep induced insomniac cannibals
a beautiful blemish as a insolent third eye
an apple on your head seducing a poisoned arrow
whispering in braille that the world is blind
self-sustained robot gods of an analogue future
a self-portrait of what you never were
is the mirror that is a doorway
to where you can never be
now
no
  one
   won
the televised freedom
                             of terrible papercuts
                                                      in the nuclear halo
of half-life decay