cryo sleep

I missed on purpose,
it was a metaphor
that they were enflamed with passion,
those beautiful women
and men
kept locked in some symbiotic fridge
and unawares of some interdimensional selecting machine
that pulled them out and into freedom
and I am feeling that it was some kind of mouse trap now
as opposed to thoughts of suicide.

I don't know that I want to protect "beauty"
and when I have seen it desiccated
suddenly I decided that it only changes
from verve to scarlet rose
pouring out oil slicks
from my black heart
here
take a brown crayon
and bury it for me out back.