//dirge

i feel myself wasting away
each molecule of my being
dissipating
(decontextualised body parts?)

the irony
of what has been analysed
thoroughly
(until it is no more?)


when it then becomes
fully understood
and realised
(when you become simplistic in your own thoughts?)


never understanding
the randomness
of litigated words
(and forever becoming full of nonsense?)


what has been tagged as something
and judged as pitiful excuse
of every-thing-else
(what will be left?)

once more
right here
living in this
stone-cold-world
when will nothing
become something
and that
to only be
demolished once more...

signing off // feeling anticipation // 12.11.06