(105)

I am the might have been
a shade of myself
creeping inward (outward)
toward what I was (am)

I am the trusted lies
the fighting words (worlds)
a dream of horseshoes
and hand grenades

I am the skipping record (hit record)
flooded in always (and no ways)
refracting syllables
dancing with figments and lights

(104)

I carry the churning globe in my hand
whispering secrets of a darker rhythm in sleeping ears
trustless fingers know me
and together we keep the world from splintering

(103) bruised evening

(102) dust silhouette

(101)

  

Alternatively:

_________

the ferocious why 

lingers 

in this

            broken 

                             universe

--his poison--

                   -- the will to ask that vast perhaps 

                       to lie