sps

I am
sine prole superstite -
specific volume
nil - stasis of
void and darkness
of the voice that
does not cry the
mouth that
does not open the
growth curbed
before it's begun - I am
surviving no-one
and all the
chattels I collect, the
goods will sit
silent and neglected,
prey to dust once
I am gone -  sps
is my status -
forlorn.

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