temporal headache

It feels like i have been losing everything meant dear to me, in tiny echolocating fragments, pittering-pattering as they tumble down emptied halls, these shattered glass bits

Don't really seem that important until you peer closer and observe. Tiny dead things entombed below like amber, catching the graylight in likeness of fading embers, fizzling till

One remains, and it's really a pathetic story, falling down the house floor and through the looking door in wrong plays and faces that turn up in the wringer, rumpled-spilt and skinned.

Ideally you'd see me, maybe a shard that took hold, broken apart, chauvinistic pieces; deadly flames, battered heroisms. I recall flooding cries, fitful cryonic bursts, exploding in pellets like souring candy, popping new flavors of decorum that weigh down on your mouth.

Temporal headache.

I think I will stand here in the rain for

Many a time, really,

Detailing a body's diary and a life that genuinely, truly, cannot be deeper than flesh, deeper than bone and ripened skin, a slurry of empty tears and spittle on the kitchen counter that bleeds stripes over floors, doors, the doorway

The doorway stretches into a barren, minimalistic hall and you,

You stood there, 

Me, honestly, I stood there,

We, honestly, don't stand there,

All of us, really, can't stand here.

Till it's pieces and pieces and pieces and we don't know whose name we call or beckon or answer or fear,

Till it's me me me me, now the cord flips over and the loops become edges, the hoops enter new nets, the coups fill the streets and roar, roar, roar—

We—

We...

We generally. Believe. In ghosts.

That if I die we all die, and everyone before you.

Let's start with a hand. 

Private ranting, personal diary, lettering the end of my own—our own—dismal days in one-a-two-a-three's. 

Hey there,

Hey there hey there,

Three hundred syllables and none of them drop short

Three million more names, how many days have passed?

Ah,

I am,

Living in a country and house and a room with walls that,

Don't really belong here the same way you don't either,

The same way none of us really fill this hole the same way it has been poured with cement,

The same way none of us really inhabit this automaton,

None of us really inhabit,

None of us really.

Temporally

Have a headache.

Temporally

Have a day, even.

Temporally, 

Don't remember that we 

Temporally,

Temporarily,

Temperedly,

Have

Ever, ever,

Lived as one, do we.

~ 4:50 AM. MAY 2026.