Maybe it’s better
To be free
From any grips
Clawed by her personality
He’s safer de-cloned
Clauses: premonition destiny,
Each fated to be a lone.
Encyclopaedias
Spilling profanity,
His indeterminable pain,
Linguistic anthropology,
Anguish painted red:
On a lost labour of love
He rightly prefers dead.
how the ether speaks 