stashed away in the folds & potholes
pock the buttresses of a proto-being;
those useless are cast à l’ephemeral obsoletion;
fraying in a tympanic lurch.
Silt of a solipsistic maelstrom
comes to a settle in devious design,
while vestigious of the ardent hunt, the chilling gale, the blink.ing.light.
Infringent expressways vein in stealthy bypass towards
a revelatory credo:
any means to The End.