This broken arrow points to nowhere

Close ended, clusterfucked and emotionally plowshared

Glove compartments and paper clipped files

Conjugated heart can't even sigh

Tapping catheter in rolling black out grids

Survey the blood, a labor of old

To what end do you pyramid?

Another entry in the phone book

With paperwork always a given

Every form filled out in triplicate squared

Intense pacing of attrition

Inside out

Of a digitally retouched identity

A choppy ending

With synch sound rekeyed

Foreshortened autonomy

I reciprocate beat