i am shakespeare
& dostevesky

i will
treat you together as one

what lay out was
but fear before-
me
only apart then as one
day

none

i speak to your chest
double in fold
your lungs
and your heart
carry me

told in undue font to
an inept time
the story will tax you;
rythym will rhyme,

and apart from the depth
which staggers you blind
i'll grasp out at air;
i'll follow
and bind

doubt me(,)
endearing
ly i've lost

lie on sparest bed
to find
comfort,

at most faust
a given;
a room within
...


:

my head.

sunk cost.