herein lies common fault - loosely hanging on a speculative conjecture than exact detail.
mind's prison- asylum. you go in to see furtive showcases of the many names walking without faces. you went in without invitation. only or abstract solicitation.
there is something that sinks deeper than marrow, blows colder than December winnow, something that burgeons beyond naked sense.
inside this lair, conflated you are with bent question marks to their distinct, curved smallnesses. you peek into the window of my eyes and inside this airless vault, we are both heavy with staring at each other dripping and bare-all, yet this rigmarole of eyes contain their visceral silences still.
i stripped them all of their voices and they only look at each other with onerous eyes, pondering about their places, answerless and just whirling in capacitous space --