INSULATED NARRATIVE
I was not enforced in the first place
before I was the subject, she made me
interchangeable. An object
without skin, I spilled out
as a function of growth,
incisors emerged through soft tissue
which healed on the bodyclock.
On the analog,
the king has fallen and the queen is fighting
on the other side. The bishops
are painfully aware and organizing.
As it written, the game is over.
The pieces remain apparently
in the same state. They’re
not alive, only in regards
to the game. As it is written,
it’s over when the king falls,
but the people are still alive and relating to each other
without terms. There are labels
unable to undergo operations or be negotiated. The people
are still alive they relate to each other
as overhead. Supported by walls
the roof’s dimensions were configured
prior to erection. A routine operation begets safety
begets confidence begets exploration
and a narrative to return home. To be able
to return home is insurance,
verifiably
configured after erection, a search for safety is
an overhead where the roof is used as evidence
of adhering to labels in defense
of abuse. When hitting return,
a search for safety starts over
internally, the next line
is suspect. The function grows
to spear the soft.