I's are replaced, and you remain.
Lost limb collection: arms and legs.
Who spits on history and halts the living will yawn for you.
Once celled earth foe, my how you've grown.
No progress shown.
Draw your breath slow.
Wound eraser, remove/delete.
Life defacer sang you to sleep.
Quiet attrition buried between your ears.
Too much for one head: your brain is a monument.
Made a life in rubble, exhausted the options.
The new void empties its other.
The quiet in deadlock, the one that makes you sleep.
Chimeras have become your worst memories.
The clumsy reach through darkness
Where hands meet their reason for being.