Not the evidence,
but the avoidance of...

You would never be lost
if you find...

Leave the wastes where they belong:
in the stores...

We’ve been devoured
therefor we are devouring machines...

Red in heart
though blue in hue and view...

They couldn't bear the burden
of going endlessly up and down...

You know this stranger,
don't you...

I still carry his body across the barbwire of this...
carry this cross...

He wanted to be clear
but clarity turns to blank and one must die...

Don’t worry my love
your outer beauty, your withering bloom...

You love me now.
~Ticking clock, ticking clock...

I am here
there for here is an extension...