I'm disinterested to the point of disintegration
I can't even fathom what underlying force
Bothers to hold the molecules together
Because I'm intent on evanescing -
Isn't it just mind over matter?

This slow destruction
A silent shredding of the fibres
Fascinates me like dark matter
I can't deconstruct meaning from either, but
Like the ancient Egyptians,
I revel in the imagery of chaos
And impregnable nothingness.

I can multitask listlessly
Because I'm already spliced to the core
And the incipient beings
That spring from my wounds
Like minor gods basking
In the melodrama of a Greek tragedy
Are mirror fragments of that enviable whole
Infinitely Gemini,
As one spins out ribbons of insomnia-laden texts
While the other gammons you and yawns.