I am just a hollow shell
A rotten ball of gravitational
Attention - suspended
Disbander - apprehended
By each source of outright life.

Circumference -and- the center,
Choking banter for the hoards.
Gutsy, wretched slave
Abhorring imperfection.

Full and simple to
A fault sometimes - softly
Spoken, not yet token of the
Winds which sound the chimes
Of the Past's disconnections
When it wasn't spoken
Or - it wasn't wanton
Just to shame your bedroom eyes.

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