Coprofago Fractures
..Bless them with consciousness, a distinction between
the "I" and the rest, a bi-dimensional path, the source
of every border...a mirror that reflects every image as
its own boundary.
Muted ways of release, presents of flowing
insipidness turning the functions of meaning into
a clever insult
I, my own fracture, in spiral climbing towards a
foundational negation of sense
Staring through static waters, engulfed by perfect
reflections, portraits of compulsive fiction, lifeless
reminders of our exile, sweet omens of forced organic
refund
...A one way quest is about to begin
