ich
die frage bleibt noch

grand exits
are not my kind of entrances

hide.ride.a certain flow to this narrativising of exclusive experience, a never-ending hype, of a little insignificant occurrence within a larger scope of things, normalise into the global trend. i think i become insignificant. an.another flow to the flows. a byte to the giga. downward spiral of my narrative, i resist. but i still fall. i end up
saying nothing.
despite saying so much.
go with the tide.

tentative responses to ground zero fumes of destruction
i think i hate
ideology
terror has many wives
i see so much. i end up seeing nothing.

so much to do.
i do but i only do nothing.

i think i love.
so much.
i end up not loving.

tension is a silent wife, nagging persistently of your duty
i become a citizen of my own estate
i compile the anthology of my narratives
a commonplace to wail my silence

dead words! speak!
that my confessions reach a deeper ground

we can see things fall.
but can we see things unfall?
see people unfall?

i don't hear.

dich
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