there is no proper response to anything, only gauges and pressures.
no.
there is no proper response, only the imagination.
no.
there is no proper response to the imagination.
no.
there is nothing here i haven’t already given up on.
no.
there is nothing that i have imagined that gives me comfort.
no. a lie.
there is no proper response to what i have imagined.
no.
i fall in the dark stumbling after you, the not-you, i might have been.
no.