Tension myriad eyes staring at your tomorrow

access never knew we're strangled at the endbr> past the further: the descending coils of this paradox

stream the nothingness: despair at the end of a hoping rope...



Standby the sign of me...

some kind of unique form

...another season sliced.



Nail the inches: nail the seems to glorify the acts

your mental sequences: sequenced emotions in a crystal box

you passed the further: descending coils of paradox

strem of fulfilness: despair at the end of a helping rope...



...a blind pain deceiver

in a vectored eye

now we know what we became

...nothing's left but we

and my naked I



...some kind of unique form