He walks, unbound. He talks unfounded in reality…
His everyday is be himself to death with all the logic of a wrong puzzle piece, still he tries to fit – fitting on the floor in spasms he bleeds…
His dome a cage with bars of steel and notions of a sunny day at the beach, just out of reach in his prison.
His window to the world an opaque sludge of drudgery and contempt, disgusted with progress and death.
Outside the door the lens reflects the hall; a walking corpse awaits his fall: the shadow of a broken man in Hell. He pulls away from the glass as his other pushes through to view the room; his double trebles in size and scale reduced to lines upon the undulating floor…to see the face he thought he saw of you, and me…and him and them and us.
One in abundance and insanities we are alone.

Alone.

Silence as big as the Universe: Son shining bright: burning away the scars on the pocked-face with higher thought; meditating on the echo of her laugh; crystal, soul-deep eyes…
This room seems bigger now…no one inside my mind: back to one…
An Asingular duality quadraphonic cacophony…
All of our chunks of flesh, smashed and tenderized into a clump of what’s left…what’s right?…what’s wrong?
Eating my rotten meal; reflex gagging at this spoiled plate, dragging my stomach inside-out onto the matted rug of my existence
Mirrors reflect decay: D K Who is he?
—he’s looking more and more like me. He follows me home…Smash his face!!!!!
How to run away from yourself?
Strangled by tears and purple, our breath has stopped…