Everything is going to be taken apart.
You will see right through it.
A quality of use or communication
emptied of content, a forced
content. Sincerity exceeds the self,
pushed until a rugged terrain isolates
severality, a thick impertinence of sound
that can't listen or hear.
A taken voice, taken by what you see.
A ship or a boat and a horizon:
all lines curve toward convergence.
Technique to get a handle broken quickly,
what is it you're recrafting?
A sweep of words more engaged, tuned in
to a strategy for content.
A sea sponge or anemone on the horizon:
all lines radial, and unconverged,
swept into a new disparity,
attached to the familiar removal.
Gestures generated by context.
Because there is a raft on the open sea,
all curves lined up in curvature.