Automatic.

Without a prayer of cognition

Slipping away the thought temp to bare

Squeezing the distance

Where would you rather be?

There I am lost beside the vacuum

Betting on the fringes

Looking for a better platform

Liquidate, Complicate

My soul advised in a million different directions

I try to speak

But its not you I hear that is listening

My breath is short

It one knows one name--constantly, ceaselessly

In between the my thought, one way to the next

All of me wanders through Plan F

Before I knew Plan D

Do you want more prayers; better questions?

Do you want better references?

The perils of seeing them the one and the same

Release me from the fallout

Projections that don't need advice

They just need better labels

Where are you, this war left to construct?

Further are we, what is easier to agree?

Some versions need an index

Others a common thesaurus

I can leave you this tale to behold:

My version promised between truth and the surface