This floating jelly,
[ dislodged ].
[ dislodged ].
We’ll never know what’s written in your code,
what you’d spend your little wills trying to understand or how
you'd feel about the cold-
you'd feel about the cold-
and what little we know:
I am left imagining you
in the middle of nowhere
suspended:
Location, Unknown
Location, Unknown
Black comb through viscera,
[ disrupted ]
egg yolk.
egg yolk.
I hope you can forgive the violence of need
it’s dark and suffocating cloak
for your specific computation shall never be replicated again.
Capricious are the forks we choose
and to your scrambled polynomial,
I lament.
