XIV
where has the self-destructed man left his soul again?
it has been lost found broken revived
just as all men
have therein imbibed in the great waters
of this dying Earth
and tasted nothing
but the salt on their tongues
and it rests in their stomachs
and makes them float through the cosmos
unaware of the plague they’ve started

XV
can this number of inquiries
go unfound by some certain
god-headed figure i do not know exists
(i am the creator)
but knows nothing of the creation.
i have created, all
so lost to my scattered thoughts
and undone created deities
meant to give control,
but not to me-
it’s all so out of control
please help me sometimes please

XVI
the medium that i have utilized
to proclaim my word is imperfect,
as my words are.
please help me cure this place
i am a no
i am a none
i am a gone
please help me sometimes please