Enfolding back in on my centre
decreasing void can\'t avoid epicentre
A Venus fly trap of detention, my
own self-absorbed indirection.
No more room to step aside stoop
to hide, hungry eye died without
detection, held within a cocoon of solemn
sobriety, my solo society grasping
demented perceptions.
Imprisoned by condition this onward rendition
reshaping a former foetal state, lone without a
reaction my eventual demise and subtraction.