patterns of the un/fitted

these lines don’t extend my skin

they burn where they cross over.

flesh singed by the latticeworks of the grid.

m a t t e r a n d m e a n i n g l e a v e m a r k s o n a b o d y

Patterns of the un/fitted.

un/aligned.

un/configured.

dis/enabled.

beings of the chasm,

where silence is codified

into the spatial

somewhere amongst the inbetweens,

of existential perforation,

of matter/ing and meaning.

o v e r a n d o v e r a n d o v e r,

i bleed.

almighty immanence

diffractive infinite.

blood pools and dries,

matters of difference

harden beneath my feet.