A child lost in the woods.

Falling, faster than a planet through the external
digestions of internal erroneous processes.

Systems: deteriorating, melting, composing;

Becoming...Becoming...becoming...nothing.

Everything, but a child, wounded,
walking through the woods.

Lost, alone, distraught.
Entangled in a web of pain.
Hungry, thirsty. Lost. In the woods.
Will he ever be found?

Perhaps at the end of time in the middle
of the night on a lonely street filled
with drunkards walking by.

Street drunkards who now live in the forest.
Eating and drinking.
Being and seeing.
Dancing drunk.

Naked they will find him.

Bloody and lost, almost dead, laying
under a tall tree with a smile of
infinite disgust.