For with my all I have no right but to do my will, I shall do that and no other shall say nay.
Windows unfolding lies 951b5; A windows dissimulation, profiles.interests. Broken in pieces again; A window telling me "what I want to see." A choking back; A bellows of sour ordure. A throbbing torture pierces Posterior to my sternum. Fuseaction? These places mirroring fragments; A truth bleeds through... minuscule; c37f! Luna moves into phase. 8:51 pm, another whopper served To go in ec5c3 land.A subtle dripping A gentle slipping back Into dark comfortable recesses. I fall back out of necessity Of nearness and connection Of apprehension I must Kill appreciation and affection in kind To see the reflection of light. My last resort, my only hope To see the sliver with no Silver lining or see no beauty at all. Is it so wrong? A sigh, A brush A waving hello? Perhaps eye contact. It is as if I'm missing The contract in the contact formula. In contrast to this My lament: what is it you see? Your quantum of perception Your conditioned "ideal" Perceptual filtering mechanisms? How glean you to divers d Differing fields of perception. Do you slip within yourself? This tremmoring coma? Into your self induced attack Ever falling back into darkness? Death by definition; Its all your fault.