i'm not sure if the walls are crumbling
or if the foundation is rising.

the last perfect metaphor was about my being a master solipsist

but as the wind gathers
i'm carried away
too easily.

and so are you
but it's unmentioned who puts up a bigger fight.

i've given up the struggle.

i've found a perfect place to hide
where the algorithms finally make sense.

and my lack of being wanted
finally cancels out my wanting to spend.