Lobe - Glassing

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