i fill the quiet
other's words crowding out
on my own
under a shared roof
hungover and its not quite
regret
the error loops wearing their grooves
deeper into me
I've sunk as far
away from the light
sometimes seeing better
in these shadows
artificial contrasts
no longer distracted and
this is where the work happens
too often asking
to what end
glitching through life
knowing truth
and denying
the choices I make
a denial of the inner
thoughts I can't share with
anyone
Except.
these empty pages
a living will
against my own I continue
the hardest way forward
stop
and cut that desire path
right angles and
efficient
boy, time is running out
you're the same as in the memories
all of this is you
has been you
will be you
what do you do with it
what's left
interrogate the declaration
there's no need for
punctuation
life has never fit so neatly
into any form
a constant micro
ebb and flow
even when the pieces of the whole
cease
how many countless other pieces
oscillating forever
parkinsonian tremolo
echoing across years
amplitude and frequency
tinnitus or static from sources
elsewhere
doesn't matter
the story is the same
only difference is
what perspective does
this distance from
what came before
that was me
there, then
as is this, now
