fingers crossed for oblivion.
A case worse than death.
I can't get my breath.
In a swamp of sticky particulars
Counted among all the irregulars
Building a scapement plot
pegged out my own tiny spot
Driven in by the lessons at stake
Hoping her own spirit will make
A disturbance in their vibe of rules
desending to the levels of fools
cross and steaming that allowed
Denial of the path truth showed
Science made me a promise
That oblivion awaits after the nowness
W