to put words down
when I'm so enamoured with those I've laid before
to think myself to be inferior to my past self
surely is a milestone
that from here we swim down towards
that THING
that dreadful, thing
we've reckoned with
since we lost our first friend
the hampster, the gecko, the end
and beloved L-
there's nothing to fill in past here
cause we've spent our unique gems
out into the ether
with little recompense
started by musing on 1s and Zeroes
'course I always saw myself as the letter
and as always, this is not for you
das ist nicht for zie
like Zampano
most I can hope for
is esoteric footnotes
lost in hallways
always
(and forever)