Too well read to know my name The cart before the foal To strangle and the rot Left empty on my side Frenzied sprint towards a door Led down a hall with no end The lack of color and light Made that moment last months Seasons turn Mouths agape Count the hours Mix the paint This collection of interselves Compulsion A stagnant pile Limp back and find relief This collection of interselves Cross section reveals A flood of narcissism Limp back and find relief Illusion of stasis Limp back and find relief Enveloped in methodology Limp back and find relief Cross section reveals