A new level reached, where the absence of air lets me breathe   I’m inverted electrical impulses. A malfunctioning death-code incomplete   All things before me, at first unliving glimpse undeciphered   Its semantics rid of logic. Nothing is all. All is contradiction      Grinding, churning – the sweetest ever noises   Decode me into their non-communication   A soundtrack to my failure, one syllable, one vowel      A stagnant flow of endings. Un-time unbound. Merging to form the multi-none   A sickly dance of matter, malignantly benign. Greeting the chasm – unbearable, sublime