the limbs splayed. graceful. subtle pulchritude. amour-propre coiled in rouge flesh. sanguine and lewd and alive with depravity. must we acknowledge the ghost beneath. the hungry ghosts. it is so. so it is. a


conquest of reason.


to stave off the self-effacing panoply of august--the facade. assured self assurance.

is self medication to any other unhinged. the sheets you wear too realize what is below.


they ask 'are the excursions pleasent, enjoyable'

are the recursions mundane?

is life so.

vest in me the self vested. do they say so.


imaginings.


current.
foreboding.
a history of hell.

shall i be honest. shall i spill on the canvas my absolute insipidity. infinite i. 6.2 billion and 1 potentialities. shall all remain so?

as far as certainty is concerned. affections are better loosed and not returned. so humanity seems to be so. should i find ever a love as beautiful as her. it is the damned occupancy. so learn me patience. it is so. recursions. excursions. the facade. building walls with brittle bones. through the sun

i do not exist.