It hits the skin; a perverse change in motion,
Dynamics turned every which way. An
Empty home filled
with swift men.
Pain in every charge well broken.
Forgotten exchanges, visits, cards.
Still, the skin warms.
Filling the body with empty accomplishments.
What have I done?
What is an accomplishment
Nothing is taken, utilized, sunken in, branded.
Void — Mush
in brain makes a valuable life decay.