[some creeping sadness: no directionality

fragmenting: shards flick off, drift away. the core concentrates/crystallizes. i can be this way. preparing to disconnect external drives, reseating memory within, where it/i belong: romanticism of pure internality, no need, heterocosmic. dictionary entry of the self - a picture face-down, plastered on the roadside, hitchhiking to the interior/frontier: the last edge of absurdity. there's a fine line between that & mere caricature. forgive me.

that program won't run on this operating system - not after that kamikaze uninstall you performed without warning. you, you, you: semantic instability. interstitially i know who you are; no one else, though. riddle me that. how's my ambiguity? deconstruction/hold steady. location: with all ties severed, my network only a net, dysfunctional, i'll move back into the library & with my poets sleeping beside me nothing's too big or empty.

keeping busy: opiate of the bereft/berift.]