Problems

Loose thread.

 juts out displacing the nothing that once filled

Nothing

Now it is a nothing.

Something went wrong

A debt was incurred

And from then on in we were

Destined

To scratch a never ending scalp.

Desperation.

Exasperation

An excess that spilt out on to every dress

I can’t address

It made a problem.

We can never go up, or down

Just around

Always on the map

It can tear

Rip

Disintegrate

Steady state?

Forever?

It is never a now

Displace

The non place you never were

Looking up you are still stuck

The sky is void

But what of void

When it snarls back

In envy

you will stop

It can not stop

It never started

You are because

You were for a while

There are no whiles

For eternals.