Where was the empirical
evidence, that you don't exist?
The vibes were becoming
The comb has fallen, and
honeybee feels lése-majeste'.
Where the dots end, a
new line starts.
Adrift. The resistance is gone.
Reflecting on the added
infidelity. You cannot pay homage
to ungraceful exit.
Will you be able to draw
the wages of your life? For the
bread and liberation?
Who was responsible for your falls?