“Worlds are altered rather than destroyed.” Democritus
The failure of flesh is a
lack of means to accommodate
the flow of instants, who
cannot find port in this
layered, yet curiously hollow
construct.
Decay's intrinsic alienation
is the enemy of recreation - fissure
of one's imprecise perceptions, cycles
floored like so many sad,
unused predispositions.
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