It drops off into nothing at the end
And here the-thing-called-I
stands quietly observant,
desperate for it to break
just a little harder
than the last time
That's what this needs.
There's no real comfort
when it's all just afloat
[And]
Success of rebuilding can't be found
without at first a full collapse
The guttural release of everything
[you thought you were]
Falling undone
We almost had it
-as always-
but layers built up above This Elusive Goal
before completion
Nothing severed, it ruptured me open
[No Outside Force
can influence this entire universe
that matters the most to all involved
-hic est tantum quia nobis-]
All of us are waiting for the crash
When our pieces
-our shards-
scatter together, then
It'll be the way it should.
What's going to hit it hard enough?