This broken arrow points to nowhere
Close ended, clusterf*cked and emotionally plowshared
Glove compartments and paper clipped files
Conjugated heart can't even sigh.
Tapping catheter in rolling black out grids
Survey the blood, a labor of old
To what end do you pyramid?
Another entry in the phone book
With paperwork always a given
Every form filled out in triplicate squared
Intense pacing of attrition
Inside out
Of a digitally retouched identity
A choppy ending
With synch sound rekeyed
Foreshortened autonomy
I reciprocate beat.