Dissipated selves

Three folded I am lost to time

and the myths of mind.

Just cut: assault on spirit

struck by revolutionary

guillotine

leaves us bleeding

meaning out.

Net loss: bludgeoned soul

‘therapy’ makes emotion

pathology

subverts heart’s treasure

and analyses it out.

Last fight: body blitz

dis-ease manifests

digitally

reduces pathos to performance

and streams it out.

What remnants of self

watch time’s slow dusting?