I'm lost where there is no Finding,
where atrophy to indifference grows
...and breeds sidled darkness, charred – beyond heated,
making her everywhere with-in-quest
as a mind to mosquitoes...that cause my flail
and prolong what was beginning to set.

Such grandeur,
these acts which befall
– Of which to make Sense,
...saying, There's nothing that's yours.

O! Hell the whole here
and Hell the whole hereafter,
getting by by believing
the good's a tide away.

And why?.. 'cause I fucked up,
and I'll never live it down.
I've gone with those who go there...
but to stay,..

...waiting till I'm found.