Going back forth at the indelible pace of erasure

Stifled and filed human staple

Paper weights

Chambered

Into everything at once, now

Well all chime in like metronomes, fluent in scale

Submerged in mercurochrome, dribbling air

Double

Lie

Identity

Squared

Blind deafen deaden, a new retreat syndrome

That acknowledges compression with a nod its head

But

Presses

Backwards

Just the same

Statistical chains are fitted with teeth

In a harping audit that never will end

To calculate

The value

Of life's net worth

Ambient claustrophobia hangs like a drop of ink in the air

Beneath dead halogens

Bound to expire