some myth, meant
idly by
derived of substance
insubstantial,
such sorcery cast in
place
set to fade,
though tricks only work
inward, anyway.

staggered sifting, broken,
the faculty, captive
adapting
to this no where left to 
go.

the space to breath
suffocating,
fixation asphyxiating 
confined, to the blindly 
winding.
at last, alas, all this
anything,
so reminiscent of no
things.

deep breath, again, it ends, and
begins.