A new level reached, where the absence of air lets me breathe
I'm inverted electrical impulses. A malfunctioning death-code
incomplete
All things before me, at first unliving glimpse undeciphered
Its semantics rid of logic. Nothing is all. All is
contradiction
Grinding, churning - the sweetest ever noises
Decode me into their non-communication
A soundtrack to my
failure, one syllable, one vowel
A stagnant flow of endings. Un-time unbound. Merging to form the multi-none
A sickly dance of
matter, malignantly benign. Greeting the chasm - unbearable, sublime