"a self being forged in, as language..."

latinized, i am lucky.
reputed, repeated and inextricably soulless, so
petrified, I opt for atrophy, seeing as
I am proof.

*

there is
no air in here-
where
a disembodied voice can sing like a canary
(no strings)

plucked headlines
there is err-
or
glitches in the gospel

sprung from canon
the deity shrugs
in candor