data shuffle..

the perforation is still secure

enveloping the pencil shavings
and erased paper droppings that spill my
attempts like rich black ink.

recurring conceptual broadcast of the internal senses

sensitivity to one's light

sensory overload.

i have thought on my strengths

watched them drip from my desk
and down veins to collected patterns on the floor.

scattered samplings relating to my relations of self

self loathing and time spent

selfish shelf life.