11th hour insanity
11th hour intrusion
back on land
bleeding empire

details roughhewn
intermittent documentation
traversing through indoctrination
here among the morning trash

relative static
moving corpse
past traffic
checking what left
is ablaze

missing a sequence
missing drowning
in a longer read skip sample
web weave compound
anything place

how another lost day emerges
fighting fighting
missing outdoors land
search for any thread
anywhere not furnished
though I am not sure I can
with no desire
be anywhere

getting things displaced
in camp quarantine
whose name is
something national destiny
my own reclusive unreal
skin deep dream
deaf mute signs
in post world compost