august                           (of Arkadia
as it has always been                                    (as I remember
the wind                           (was once alive
has not changed                              (before her death.
moved                            (without a word
stirred the dust                           (of her ashes
it is dead air                           (choking
because                               (the dreams in her mind.


it does not                             (remember her
really exist                             (at all...


A child on a beach                             (played,
drew a line                             (in the sand
this line                                 (I think

which ends                                (Fate's game.

Here. Beneath this                        (sharp edge of logic)


means nothing.                    (sundering her in twain)

This is what they                      (forever denied)

are or they say                          (life broken)



the universe is complex                       (splinters of silicon)
something compelling about                      (dwelling in her mind)
life itself                     (recreated memories)
where paper                  (became obsolete.)
cranes see only                        (the digital jack)
ink blots                         (stuck inside her skull)

the mask's Mirror                (overlooking the cerebrum;)

underneath                 (a hierarchy of sentience)

does not have eyes                 (made of living network life.)
with which to gaze                          (beyond the skies)
that, there, somewhere                         (they found her dead)
shadows                   (deeply sunken)
exist,                   (clinging to her own skeleton;)
they are there               (long past tomorrow)
in a way                   (she waited)
the air is colder                   (in the rubble of cities)
in them                     (long past tomorrow.)






a glass of absence                         (erased her memories)
rung to the occassion                       (of how she died.)
celebrating                    (the world's apocalypse)
a lack of                 (walking:)
forks                         (in the ruined road)
or something trivial                     (for a gibbering machine)
like this                   (she wants her skeleton to dance.)






the act of being                          (means overwriting meaning)
empty                     (appendages added to yesterday;)
souless                       (reinterpretation of it all)
is not hard                      (adding to every line)
if                   (you don't mind losing the living self)
there's nothing beneath               (Arkadia's ashes)


but a void                    ( ... )







(nothing's changed, has it?) ...

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