Solitare confinement.

locked in a single-minded hustle through the galaxy of unreal space/time continuum, the vacuum of this cosmic device we’ve stumbled upon, and been given a gift of flesh to learn from our mistakes…the outtakes look good in the “outside” world, the place where the dreams are always real for the moments beyond measure, and it is Here from which we have spun ourselves from…the cards are dealt out, and sometimes the dealer takes the lead in the game, sometimes it never happens to be that way…the hearts are mechanical in the most organic form possible as yet…reality has put us at a sense of potent fiction, scientific and technical all at once, and always with roles and functions to suit the varying moods that occur from residing within such a vessel…instill the intent at random, which gives way to ordered society, but they digress into the middle-aged metaphor on the way to see different pastures…the degrading monotony somehow takes grasp of the distracted play of thoughts and words…dropped like turds, flopping like fishes, and on into vicious cycles of visions into blizzards…hazy, the lighting Here…buzzards and wizards disgrace the whole aerodynamic pattern of the weather whip rushes…the gravel sticks in our teeth after the motion, and we need brushes to end the way it makes awkward situations…movements give way to instinct versus intellect debates about fate or destiny, they say things to satiate their ways, and push the limited effect to faith’s doorstep…devoted souls, feet hungry to devour the solid ground beneath them, and the ideal to save other souls from harm…the shuffle throws me for a loop that pleases the danger in my brain, the siren that says ‘decay’, and whirls inside your head…the aspects of the impulse are extraordinary threads through all layers of living tissue…the laughter and the tears leaving scars of memory in place of sequence…the time seems endless, but only seems so, the dawn comes so suddenly at apace that few dedicated individual entities can define…recognizing the fabric between the metal and the muscle…a faded end awaits thee…