Four years of

brittle bone and artificial, hyper-static thoughts,

I am dormant in my nutrient bath as my ingestion of half-truths and altered logic

bleed and spread through brain tissue and skull fragments.

Repeated attempts to imprint my psyche with

the feel and kiss of my lover

fluctuate and fade thru me unsuccessfully.

These fools who dictate life to me,

they know nothing of these immense things.