and then comes the
break, the
cuts in the
dark;
everyone knows that no one gets
far.
granted, in
Hell there
is nobody quite
just in their actions, their
kills --
lost is lost,
more is less,
none is all, and
open is closed.
perhaps the
quantum of your
reality is too
serious,
too clean for the
underdog component in your
various personalities.
without the belief in your
xoanon, the hunger in your
younger years has pasted away at the
zirconium of your eyes.
