removed
restraints
detained
complaints
numb
sustains

cataclysmic­ chain
anchored in my brain
convulsing
in my spine

destiny designed
to terminate
sensation

existence
is a crime
when your lost
traversing universes
in search of solid
ground

dissolution
seems a perfect
summation
of the postulates
that compose
the posture
of this empty shell

like a mismatched
skeleton