i want to make the walls crumble, throw my mad tumbling words at the world while your holding hands hold my heart and touch with sugar the darkest spots in my head the spots that float and dance in vision chased by swivelling eyes, dressed in desire's longest gown. that black thing that fills me grows and glows, the radioactive apathy of a hundred dying suns, scorches with a grin- i and me and you (we) fall toward an earth deadened by indifference. silence cried through empty smiles and unmeeting eyes. just a squeeze by your holding hands squeezed on mine broken please to tell me my worth. but we walk on, swinging arms loose-laced with fingers, limp and unwitting.