another poem

[non-sequitur aeon]

this one's a bit older than my last so it's not as good...

my logic bleeds me
subtle failures strewn about me
course without me
thoughtless times and burning the between
class
middle
the edges
top and bottom die slowly
equal and opposite ignorances

the world about here
fallen to pieces
clear contempt, i'm finished
no hope, i've ceased
-meek