A source of knowledge A well of pain The wilted ruins of a muse that wouldn’t take Poorly crafted spans of time Unrepentant in devotion to a life of grime Fragile protection From the fear of faith forgot I am nil in the war for attention Hidden and meek A subversive plot Is this autonomy? Sorted, spread out, fuse lit, kaboom With detail, destruction, the new american room An unwilling participant, I will not abide But someone must let me out I’m pleading, bargaining to little avail The glances away just like knives in the back Cycle shatters Exquisite alone A spatial disorder, never close still too near The knocking is incessant An index randomized, such a crowded abyss The updates repair me to broken default A passing resemblance To new frontiers that consume me I am still at my core a defendant Forbidden is defeat, fell my jealousy I want to lie down