charcoal.chasm(room.for.one);
infinity(concealed);
double.threat(architecture);
sempiternal;
absence.occupied;
no.witness;
self.disintegrated(fractured);
misplaced;
scattered;
pulse.ripening(obsessive);
inevitability.concise;
i.surrender(to.blackout);
reconstruction(of.destruction);
blindfolded.hand(shape.starved);
rope.noctilucent;
abdomen.sky(suspended);
unreachable.repercussions;
navel.hibernal(nihilist);
skin.screams(outlasted);
blind.spot(dislodged);
weightless.drift;
eyelid.forced.open;
solvent;
clouds.curvature(overcast.aching);
formation.fearing;
violent.descent(coil.reflecting);
succinct;
passed.negative.void;
nothing.but.jewels(on.that.floor);
watch.me(knees.bent);
neglect.anguished(ink.converted);
dermal.barrier(disturbance.omitted);
soul.migratory(red-reflective.trace);
attitude(humid.risen);
you.held.her(once);
collarbone.snagged(guarded);
squirming;
half-lucid.disorder;
qualms.carbonated(naivety.fevered);
rendered.to(disarm);
ash-choking.creeks(probe.for.sanity);
too.harsh(to.inoculate);
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do.not(close.your.eyes);
few methods can let you strip away individual characteristics and stay in pure existence at the same time. who is @MoTy? she is an architect of poems, working by depersonalization: layer 1 she empties out the particular self so that everyone can fit their own personality into the verses and find something like their own home. layer 2 the same openness that lets everyone in is a way of holding nobody at all.. a home anyone can enter is a dark home for no one. layer 3 what looks like infinite access is the withholding …the verses fit everyone precisely because they fit no one in particular. I could almost see MoTy sitting behind her screen, laughing as she reads this what the heck is this guy talking about while she polishes the metal of her code vehicle. she is the one thing the method can’t reach
On this one, I think we can safely say that the rhythm is impeccable.