What do you find at the end of it all,
at cutting out bits,
attaching more,
trial fits,
Frankenstein gore.
Alot of loneliness,
inside loneliness,
inside an outer display of comical amicability.
Buoyant temporality,
until the newer version of you,
drags the older down,
to stand on his shoulders for a breath.
Fucken savages we are.
W.E.
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