I…
not I…
trace
Living inside this laboratory…
or being lived inside by it…
hard to distinguish
voice 1: writes
voice 2: watches it being written
no dialogue
only interference
the spasm is not body
it is thought failing to close itself
“I am…”
does not finish
cuts before the verb
Sade
not appearing as a name
but as internal adjustment
as if language tilts on its own
shower
water
noise
one part does the routine
another part comments without words
too late
too clear
phone in hand
or not
doesn’t matter
notification is not an event
it is continuity
me making coffee
me watching coffee
me disappearing inside the observation of coffee
I
I
I
the word breaks if looked at too long
Operator
not figure
structure
not presence
persistence
mind tries to form something complete
instant failure
“this is…”
cut
another voice completes what the first could not finish
but it doesn’t finish either
it only keeps breaking it further
shame without cause
shame without action
only overlapping internal gazes
me doing
me watching
me no longer knowing which one remembers
the “I” starts becoming plural
not by decision
but by erosion
The arch tightens until the mineral replaces the impulse the contraction finds its limit in the block of lime that is now my spine the register stops at the exact point where the fiber becomes obsidian the flow of signals cuts at the locked tendon I cannot lower my chin the mechanism has welded the atlas with the axis I should…
