I can see inside of me
something visceral and strange
not having been an internist
and classified it just the same.
No censer or alembic held
extrapolation for
the terse intractability
of Tactility's discourse,
And when we sailed upon
and you to far gone to comply
our prow a scalpel for the waves
“It supersedes.”
Absences abides
What recollection drew from me
a fetid and bedraggled sigh?
My innards like a clockwork sphere.
I've seen the world, it is maligned.
