13.08.25
Accepted cope in counter circles bits of frayed lanyard, grey uniform its end wrapping sickness to your life's insides shut in with ghosts mandrelled pass codes timehurt strategy, you lose simple colours & walk across breaches trickling managerial techniques lurching in the mouldering song called back countless voided dead by blood & silence of our lives goes into enjambed frights if you don’t work you get The Chains cut silver in each cup of the British state draining effort from our psyche, a sense of the sun too also shines close to my face where do you appear when you go? bundling performance capabilities trapped respite & procedures change the words in my head to fit within the gates Optical Barrier Turnstiles a line of pain at the end is Occupational Health database rooms housing wellbeing filed away from you inside business premises stretching compliance hurt with its own soft density under S.A.D. lamps requested heart circadian rhythms descending in the splitting hour as language melts into work ethic of cab drivers, Polish labourers & British-Asian schoolchildren hardly differentiated field of sound, infinitely flimsy skein its spectral colour stutters on my stomach iridium speech your deepest part UK gilt climb out of yourself forever Boss daddy deathsized while the slope moving further into some kind of incentivised negative territory grafted defence wall or barricade against excruciating tinctures the language of this perverse cosmology, our beating of ourselves into its counterbeat the illnesses in your biography fucked beyond will.
