i'm sorry...

   i don't know where
i'm at with
what becomes the worth of:

******* into a sandpit
and moulding a castle...

the work of: sight of once,
made expendable,
twice: null and a grey
afternoon...

discoveries of:
℘ (℘)
      ℑ (ℑ)
                   ℜ (ℜ)...

vowels: less akin
to the odd,
   number:
consonants:
less akin to the even...

ⰗⰖ!
        ⰗⰖ!
                     ⰕⰖ!

the logistics of:
occupied time,
via,
interludes of:

( [ {
                        &whatelse?(;)

i code:
but i no brick:
i layer:
i hammer:
i: dodo: could
do with something:
else...

i **** on snow:
if there be:
any more snow...

work of and if: art...
by writing:

no hammer - no cue...
better:

   variety of:
the wind blew south
and i, ventured,
north...

             disorientating
poetics
in the variety of:
i'm comfortable
having acquired
limited scraps of:

"ditto"...

         the feud the life
the: cushioned wording,
the:
      best we gravitate
toward a less:
fathomable cult
of tomorrow...

     no point giving into
learning:
no one these days is
in for the plot
of: passing hereditary
     scoops...

   as far as i am
concerned:
no one really bothers
teaching others...
solipsism...

         self-
prefix: grand
regurgitator...
   but with no
-self worth suffix...

       the tiresome
burden of what was
once called life...
and now...
              pit,
a charging bull,
  sea...

        honesty:
why bother educating
children,
when what
you're educating them
with is a combat versus:
the delusion
that contradicts the
exercise
of the real world?

      educated bastion
emeralds...
       shovelled grip:
           with a languid
          utility of a shovel...

life has become
an agitated presence
of a canvas i'm
supposed
to fill...
              but am,
consistently
revolving around:
needing to
speak the equivalent
of the sound,
associated with:
flushing a toilet.