Possessing these few
On my fingers and My Toes
not much but e-nough

Sunken loyalty
surged into the abyss of
synthetic shrug off .

******* in-to voids
I: enigma machine
-- A Confusion cirque.

enmity vents
propagating soothsayer---
Such A paranoid

frailty to indulge
Even with the countable
Please no more strangers

For throng furnishes
Nothing but suffocation
vague sanctuary

So rather eye lurk
Within the truest fondness : My :
__ imagination !