#1...
...of the echo without/ forgotten the origin of/ of the lack of which/ the silence unknowable/ all the while/ placement of in centre-collapse-centre/ vapours to trace/ never of the indent...
...no nothing ever of the sharp stamp/ the mark into/ the lesion of the outcry/ imprint or otherwise/ not the motion nor the tangent/ not a...
...the ghost-limb tongue/ seeking/ to collapse the bite of silence/ asking of the solace birthing/ never yet nor not once heard of...
...yet silenced no/ never silenced/ the silence yes unknowable/ yet ever present if/ in conscious of in the reclusion from/ the empty earth’s landscape/burrowing in/ not a...
...in-step what blood/ the blood rails also yet is nothing/ pure tide emptied of momentum/ desolate ash/ the erasure of virulent laughter...
...the naught cancels out all sound/ the none is of the extinguishing scream/ set to light/ consoled/ yet in the forthcoming and hence/ unconsoled...
...the echoes surpass their own origin of disappearance/ the murmurs never recede/ even in sleep the voices persist/ yet remain unheard/ as if to say/ the silence of non-being mocks the/ all the while...
#2...
...words no answer to/ silence unfathomable/ being’s dissipation the voice uproots from depths non-existent/ films that coat/ as if to/ that coat the foraging into what has failed...
...evident breath and the dissipate of/ voice shed/ no words for tomorrow’s foreign attributes/ the scar tissue’s recession in the purity of nothing/ words clamouring for the...
...not a sound/ no/ the posit absent/ in the clear cut blood of anguish/ smeared light through which is viewed/ spoken through/ not a...
...all broken/ fragments of stone divulged of/ scattered remnants and misinterpretate/ the shadow’s tomes of foreign where once never was/ was where one ever is and never yet...
...the night is not blind/ the night is divulged of sight yet/ the eye burns of it/ zeroed out it cannot communicate to the hand’s breathing/ the mind’s distillate...
...dissipatory in the lack of any real substance/ either way/ here then the frozen light/ the words like cracked cisterns and the reek of decaying shit...
...and so to document the banality of/ clamouring for/ sensing that/ if present/ the defeat of the exist/ and the final etch in sight that will not/ cannot...
#3...
...voice what voice/ the clear speech of nothing ever/the crutch of which/ the being of which it derives nowhere/ births into the silence of without the genuflect of/ silence in the process of/ forgotten as soon as/ no mark upon the nothing...
...yet echo yet echo echo/ some distance to trace/ no nothing of the distance felt it carries none into/ shadowed all the while by/ fragment all the while of...
...the naught cancels all/ glimmer hope and I/ else the retraced footsteps seeking outward step/ words drained in dissipate/ sands blown across erasing the tidal of...
...words what words as to lay claims upon the dark/ the blight of tint/ of blood spattered upon cold glass/ sought inconsolable/ whispers of which blind to the forgotten once/ the salient grin of/ bled out...
...yet none other the options of/ placement between the lips/ the tide of drought and the broke bone emptily/ speech claimed till drift/ an eye for an eye’s absent possibility...
...voice what words/ a mesh of/ a collective of/ none speech the purity of the last possible option/ as to choose were to embroil/ un-sought it does not ask of the other/ all the while/ fading non-relating to/ the being in/ of...
#4...
...says the naught yet it does not/ says the night yet it does not/ yet still the failure of/ the failure of retort/ not a sound/ merely traces/ projectile lights cast upon/ ever to fade out...
...still yet words empty of value strive in the midst of being/ yet severance from/ not of the knowing of what/ ever else...
...silence all the while the redeem of the/ the affliction of the/ voice from out of none/ from out of the distillation in none/ still yet the knocking upon/ never asking of the else yet it reappears/ appears...
...silhouettes of words cast off in the un-betterment of vocal/ the hands are worn/ flight is of no use where words are in crisis/ crossed up/ crossing themselves out...
...nothing forever claims them/ and even yet the given term of nothing devours itself/ it cannot be believed/ it can only be yes or no/ it is believe it...
...silence all the while scatters the dead teeth of blind obscurity/ in the exile of upon plateau a lack of defense other than in lack/ echoing out/ bleeding slowly out...
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