Soft and turning the thing beneath the
tortured skull shouting at itself from a four story
window into the cavernous place behind the bloodied
face.
Tricking yourself into doing nothing at all.
Fold the washed letter and place it into your appendix where it
can gestate into the form I meant it to take.
What's the use into downloading into words of a language a thing
that doesn't belong there?
Like waves into bricks and paint to pixels
it is trying.