you

Are forgiven.

( pjms )

I do not know precisely who you are, but there are three possibilities and I do know where you are, at least geographically.  This interests me.  Ha.  Who'd have believed it!?  

( primitive hackney cabinets )

Hikkomori.  Idiocy.  Acquire a brain and save your children or, more probably, consider why you have none.  You have no name now.

(oh, I am so sorry)

That what had been named 'remission' had been unremittingly

metastasizing in the moist vaults of the body, those vesicles and veins, 

all this while and, no, the victory had always been hollow

even when it had felt most real.  For that which no mistakes

can make has long understood every evanescent shake

your body has quite failed to be able to feel.

you win

over here

Hey, you.  Have you forgotten something?  Do you forget the forgetting?  Along with everything else.

Was that your only world?