At the axis we find a source of decay and the blight spreads
What are we left with, to govern the arid and depleted?
we wander as white maggots wiggle in empty sockets
Modicum mutter takes a seated journey
I can’t help that I harvest disdain for silly games
Instructing comportments like a marionette
there’s a catalyst formed in calamity and it leads us to dolor
Fallout drags in my mouth like a mound of worms
Jumbling up word salad with lost cognition
How can anyone peg the sequences anymore
Something has surely hijacked my cerebral functions
Behind my eyes I’m unable to recognize
Though I must say candidly, I couldn’t care less