Just my
Honor sir.
Not yet.
As you wish
Sir.
I don’t know
How.
Help me!
Flying through
Paralyzing li[ght]
Fast, almost, [as]
Thought.
Motion slowed, fall[ing]
Sorry.
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Cataloging the Detritus of my Life
Just my
Honor sir.
Not yet.
As you wish
Sir.
I don’t know
How.
Help me!
Flying through
Paralyzing li[ght]
Fast, almost, [as]
Thought.
Motion slowed, fall[ing]
Sorry.
In ranks together
Arranged right
Down [to] the
End.
Rapidly and
Politely
Supplied
They understand
He understands,
All those scars
It'[s] not fair.
If you please
Fool
Hand it over.
Bitter work
Short silence[s]
Doubt whip[ped]
Down.
Out here, at
Least, you
Pick your
Own [death].
No rules,
And over.
Broken.
Quiet.
I think [and]
I feel
Better.