The demons

Minim stray past the l.e.d., blue painful staring into the depth of the night, we just wear what is at hand, no.

We brought them because we thought you could use them. Hold on to them.

Maybe the light, maybe the hour but the minutes melted into years instantaneously.

They say when parents grow old, so old that age is too much for them, they become demons who will eat their own children.

Read him the riot act today. He explained his position, that he’s slow but he’ll open up. Continue to ask questions. He says, I am seized by something and it is in my blindspot.

Populations suffer the most.

Minim left quietly.