the myth of logistics

we reach
for the gravity of these needs
with the same hands
that pin us
to this ground.

we aim for stars

and during the loading,
something undoutbtedly
gets lodged
into
the barrel of our chests.

we deem this
in terms of explosions,
the heat
boring its way into our hearts
and minds.

and in
the last act of desperation
we will breath for something
like a feral prayer.