. .  he claimed to be a grid-diver; always sinking before being noticed. claimed himself impressed at this vessel's soul-detachment. once learned, be effective when ready to vanish; when ready to oust self from, well, anything requiring absolute dispersion. now though, feeling, all the leaving has been wasted energy; has been a lesson. of futility through, always learning, but i cannot escape mirrored-judgement. i will always remain near-center, until a vessel's final wastings. we wander not forward with end sought in mind, yet still forward with appreciation in understanding death-in-form already reaches out to affect influence. once ego, death requitted this once infant with affection and no grand-stand when revoked or rebuked of eternity's place upon him. sent loose unto waiting-game, meant for to conquer Sun and Time; death-hands applauding selfish-sincerity. wasting a gracious gift of lifted finger, continue, found lacking in all sincerity while sweating nervous thought of interaction. now, to be more than, well, more so beyond an existential probability. giving up to what knows next, covered in ink, and syncing words below riptide and current, but ******* drowning the vessel shall always over-ride; always over-ride; always over-arrive and come on too strong.
then slip when rebuffed.