Inhabiting Wrought

October 20, 2026

Irreverent is this moment. —sorting stacks and boxes —aligning aches with pains —dissolving the debts of diverging indifference. —deafening self to the despondent dredges of discontent.

I whittle away paid this-n-thats into an error of conformity. I plague the flatlined observance to devour purpose for practical unseaming. I...I...I...drift to stay— floating in a brailed cistern that sinks all hope of sustaining sought's balanced buoyancy.

If error contorts in tipping wonder, could not the deviation of dwelling direct a derailed blunder into devolving coined debasement to sail? I cannot detail for failure's wake. Rather that I widen my broach into a culture of coached calamity.

May chaos rue its play, for I continue to sway recumbent.

Today's musical inspiration.