overtaken/technology.

inanimatus conjuror, black eye of
candle burning and unexpired, how
challenger evening stair that she
stood upon ascending and descend-
ing with all the chagrinned wit..

what are we without taste? inter-
rogating the questions: back into
themselves cheating that way only
joking there's nonesuch as cheat-
ing-- holy hallway with only left

turns, doors that evaporated when
i left for study and eased my eye
of candle burning and unimpugned,
lifelong legacy that bespoke this
susurrating whir that hums smack;

i can't keep up with my biography
and my vocabulary is entirely in-
sufficient to scale: programming,
patterns, star quietude and never
communiqué but whatever i believe

i'll remember that together loves
comprised, and illustrating it! a
simple penstroke, flourisher mars
immartial material, submerging my
weathered soul in the rotationist

environments that beg entrance to
your star chambers, and that even
one like you never failed to turn
away.. what exactly are you so a-
fraid of? finding out or vacuity.