i pulled up the roots just to see i ve felt differently since about disappearing i placed myself back in the weeds in echoes in alleys i m reminded as close to composure as i ve come i d immersed myself in beauty and find it all vanishing empty longing and vulnerable sharpen your knives neither a pawn nor a king i am nowhere i am nothing for this betrayal that s how i should be seen wearing scars i deserve on a throne of nothing ethereal and haunting the wandering and yearning characters i ve kept plotless and neglecting the architect and monument neither here nor there forever elsewhere and so it goes there s consequence to these vowels and consonants and i came as close to heaven as i ll come