what does my presence mean to your ambiguous core when these arms reach out to formless yore when words withheld carve like mindless bore my extended limb a-burdened sore

what will be said apart from the useless small I break with enthusiasm your formless walls but my lines disconnect and flow backwards we are the reversed clockwork confused, inert thoughts scurry downstream like dense bifurcation

Numbness is a consequence, A malfunction of the heart. The stony sphere lays bleeding While the sufferer’s free at last.

For now there is no telling when The ignorance turns to sore. You glare upon your own bare hands to find nothing at all. So far

Remove…