that which cannot be named

Thu, 08/02/2018 - 19:48 -- Eviek4

who is worthy of this name

what am I 

but the universe

fused and twisted into 


she spits back what I spit up 

and not for one second am I 

the same as I was. 


I am the mutation that 

does not cease

I am the revision that 

lacks a history 

and a blueprint 

and an essence 

other than that which 

I forged with my own two hands. 


but I can't see them anymore... 

they weren't in the plans. 

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