I am immeshed in another garbled speech stripped tease attempt to renounce suicide and begin a kind of insomnia, (an )old habit telephone call that never comes just before dying, endlessly withdrawn to a pale madness opposite someone else's things.
and in a moment of incest pain, involuntarily surrounded by concentrical steps of forced televised confessions,
I begin again in the face of you, stumble over fallen annotation, dehumanized sidewalks implode from lack of public acknowledgment, and for less than a living newspaper generalized nothing, nothing takes place, no losses, just text identified recyclable plumage
you are on every fruit claiming name turned mandatory 60 hour work week, demanding an application for dead next of kin, burning grizzle of never mention, vigil of not enough to heal the festering water to proclaim eternity, another word for another sinister tomorrow.
out of an early morning mist piled high with parts subdued by the public's comprehended logic, afraid of a bruise break with continuous read through, singing profanity.
we fade out in a residue decline attempting to secure a future mediocrity for further drilling
