deaf machine

horizon equals

so far sound

the falling

 

portcullis

the car door

thud

 

and

amputate

 

I'm rope

loose

in a bag

 

I am my neck

before or after

the guillotine

 

thud

 

the song

stopped by light

its cross section's

 

a circle

a medieval

map of the world

 

its message equals coherence

as all the worlds

fall flat