E.X.I.S.T.

E.verlasting,
X.
I.s
S.omething
T.rivial



With a trembling silence tiptoeing in my bones; the bending light criss-crossing, zig-zagging about my physique and all that entails it; the perforations of my integument perspiring a soulful sweat, dripping into a pool of memory; I breathe an endless cycle of exchanging glances--gawking stares, everlasting. X, representing an endless entity of commodities so unimaginable, is something totally trivial; so perpetually indifferent to us that, in sense, we perceive it as real.

Gaze

How do you know anything when you don't even know yourself? Reflections of reality invade my retina and therein spawns an understanding of familiar perceptions. A transmitting postal service scouts along the fringes of my notions, preventing my escape. With only longing gazes through this transparently blood-stained pane, I imagine what it might feel like to be free.