Slip
this sliver of if
Into the eye of my
Slim chances
To be

Blips of the abyss
Bifurcate the I
Am

What I would give to feel again

Adrenaline limps in unedited
Taxed synapse -glitchy-
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Only if
The times were mine

Gotta look alive lithe
signs signs
That's all we are

static designs
made for Likes
Stuck under the stab of cheap tines
Of a spork sticking the I-am
Waiting to be consumed