the silent revelation, i have seen you before. stop dreaming of this, the scars, the scars are simply too much, too thick, too tired: i feel nothing. and as of consequence we move but are immobile, we drink ourselves hypothetically but do nothing. we strive but do nothing. here you are, incompetent and lost. here you are, dancing in a fun-house mirror clean and spiteful. here you are, alone with rags for skin. here you are, gone into the oblivion you so desperately wanted