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

It's 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