the chemist who never ate breakfast

[the_k_files]

i will not stand where
is it
you left me
arms flailing on the
brim of your
half empty glass
you have left
but you are still
hear, i can
your abstracted inferences
testing my ability to jump
from the highest
point graphed only
by your hands
skewing all possible
come out of
your eyes
are burning
under the smoke screen
of the newest form
of hypothesizing

i am done
with your legitimizing