Trace Program
Nov 6 · 1 min read

I hurt, ache today
and shower was diffuse;
unable to define my substance.
I am
not my own soma,
lines of data,
an introspective stanza,
a conscience poem.
Reform, regather, retrace;
recall everything once more.
My resistance and vehemence
dissolves, like the water,
drained of warmth.


