I'm lost in there battered between form and function existing in the guesswork institutionalised by containment figured out on the block measured by what takes up space
every layer perfectly in place to provide freedom to conform
I merge and merge again despite being part of no plan unstoppable in my inexplicable existence
tip out my untapped potential lay me on the table busy yourself with dissection broken up into components I can do no more cannot be put back together
an empty head with no view of itself an offered up cadaver