hard to appreciate the zenith
of the existentialist
fathom of boredom...
when coming across
a plethora of
                          lethargy...
i...
               choke to even
begin the summon
to believe...
                      i...
    stopped appreciating
the nomadic rule
of an internet presence...
ever since i...
i discovered what
came prior to
the video frenzy of youtube
within the confines
of a blockbuster outlet...

i'm tired...
to preserve the necessity
for a: "right of speech":
sorry,

         vox = spiritus...
cogitatio ≠ spiritus...

                  my capacity to think
was never necessary to
even entertain a spoken...
reprimand...

          i rather think:
and count my scoop...
among such inanimate
objects as rocks, mountains...

than speak... and be deemed
a river that can't recite
the quran.