seldom have i found solace.

these entries will never be contained.

informal

soldier " He was introduced to be dead weight / Another sandbag to curve my back "
wire dependence " The mechanics of wire tendencies / Is complicated to say the least. "
please " let me inject liquid metal alloy / into my bones "

formal

the two of them " And here I am again, warped in my own chromatic, albeit erratic insomnia. "
24 below " Is my name frozen in his alphabet? / Or is it too soon to think so? "

narrative

tendrils wound feathers " I swear, I’m not lying‒ I didn’t mean anything by it. / I simply lit a spark under firewood. "