now
midst odd pains
strange discomforts
without a name
circling the drain
of information
parsed from here and there
in bits and blobs
trying to make sense
of this malaise
but there is another malaise
far greater
encompassing all
visible but not spoken
worn like a character in a story
disembodied, shivering
pulse like
it circles too
seeking its prey
it is said it wants
but it doesnt feel like want
instead
it feels
like no feeling
a kind of ravaged emptiness
hollowed out
by hollow days
motions gone through
passed in a haze
vaguely remembered yesterday
