Shallow vista

Nothing, an armchair frown reflects in the video screen the sad frame from which some flesh hangs nothing this lack of movement feels like freedom like a warm coat on a dripping day raining away like cracked leather in a dirty El Camino where i cut flesh into various shapes reminding me of those who have forgotten how to express love i want you all to suffer as if you could perceive reality from my vantage point (a shallow vista of sorts) - with eyes wide open to the nothing that you are.