Tekster: The End. Sonnet.

Courtesy of blank intuition.
This lattice is torn repeatedly
frame by frame.
by you.

And within withering syncopation
in time (totality) escaped: me. create me.
a neoteric identity
by you.

Blistered, secreting everything
into expansion from sin.
forcibly redefined subdominant
by you.
by blinding modern marrow
by you.