flesh hostages of mind
ignored ache in signs
well what did you find
signaling low decline

flesh given up on its
compass its direction its
falling down its grit
and i think this is it

what's it I fallen in
hi recognizing kin
and this immoral din
the cacophony I'm in

can't see around when
in dark water pens
its trial-ing rants rends
nothing so much as ends