Less of me

Here now,

light and shadow,

drawn to and directed by the intangible.

Still

obsessed with dirt, waste, fluorescence, the shiny.

Humans can ruin everything

we touch.

Self destruction...

It is

Less of me

Less of me

seduced

while sinking

into a hole

(searching for ether)

disintegrating by way of ethanol

Weak, whitish knuckles, cut by paper edges.

necessary...

Many years abandoned, paralyzed, dead,

necessary...

Less of me

And all of me

Reimagined,

as Love

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Whilst eating cake

like a slow leak,

rotting wood

of shelter

or hiding place

turns gaping hole

exposed          -ing

revealed          -ing

(insides-

submerged and floating)

remnants

that once mattered

            collector-defined;      

            Borrowed identities.

no longer truths or delusions

or truths