1117.

Extrications that
dig out the undersides to
find the truth beneath.

1116.

An emotion's slow
surgery. To search out the
disease, pervading.

1115.

Rebuilt structures set
to afford hope in fragile
keeping. Hearts open.

1114.

My own ennui an
inheritance from the heart
that bore me. Fitting.

1113.

The world can seem just
built for apathy. Interest
wanes after a blink.

1112.

Until the next run
of morality comes back
for the quad fucking.

1111.

Soon the redundant
pattern of pointless caring
will return to blank.