Lobe

Sunk inside a static bath
As the sequence multiplies and spins
Like a bladed wheel
I devolve all sound and sight
Nowhere thoughts of nothing
But the warmth of a shrill sonic knife

Cuts all along my mind
Cuts all along my mind

Cuts all along my mind
A caustic
Carelessness and my
Willing remain
Familiar constructs
Begin to fragment

Cuts all along my mind a staggered armless loss of grip
Am I a figment
Am I a figment