Impressive is not this episode of sitzfleisch for a broken soul, numb to existence and feeling, effortlessly endures emptiness.
Even a starquake could not break this stare’s hold on despondence.
Desideratums do not live anywhere close to here; papers of purpose and carpets of caring are anticipating removal next.
Silence remains a last vestige of redemption. Wordless thoughts cannot stand as abusage, leaving proper the acceptance of situation with neither need for comment nor clarification.