there is an indifference in the steam
that clouds the undeserving

their effigy is finely plastered
on the buckled femur of the contemptible

who transcribed their vapid fate,
a day sleeper, or night dweller?

i think there's a split in their feminine and masculine; a pubecently, adolescently poignant

infant-grown mongrel bewitched by neurons obsessed with cyclical "whys"

reveal themselves as ignorantly circular
in a functional world of squares