Patchwork Neurology

That scent says more in memory.
Do I dare disturb universe, tempted to mend the pathways 
atrophied in dead end corners impose upon my egoist 
neurology. All stares fixed on her black widow fingertips.
Dare I disturb the universe, recall that life in a singe 
verse, measured out and then forsaken of skin? A faint 
digression(repression) Come hither, you gracious no-name. 
Come hither, you bold disguise. replaced by precious 
memoirs that since has enticed memory of nails painted so 
prettily. senses allured distracting... unaware of the 
death sentence stricken on your palm like cross hairs 
disguised as a lifeline, diminished abruptly one verse at a
 lifetime.
ad hoc, ad hoc, trezore-in memory that scent says more.
ad hoc, ad hoc, anno domini-that scent says more in memory.
analytical observation of what resulted from a clotted vein
 raises the questions of your friends and your lovers. Tell
 us the truth were you gutted from the inside, torn apart, 
spread anew? Tell us the truth. Under the hemorrhaging- 
which will hurt worse? when you applied the brakes.
Antithesis, antithesis. As savage the romance as our next 
day stiff necks. A spiders grace in a flick of your wrist.
Antithesis, antithesis. In memory. Savage our refusal to 
look left, when it felt so right. Come hither! That scent 
says more in memory, that scent works to disguise the 
stench of a crash and burn. I'll be the first one to admit,
 in a minute there is time. I indulged in your existence 
and dissolved like a gun smoke caress on your silken web. 
Rise like the flames in a scene from the end.

Etherized by indifference T-Minus seventeen years and 
counting.
I'll be the first one to admit that I indulged in your 
existence.
Etherized, t-minus seventeen years and counting.