I got bit by the wanting bug and it keeps hurting.
Sick and tired, this is too much.
How to hide from what is fronting?
And this moment that is nothing.
Being spent inside a cube that Kubric* cannot solve.
I am here and I am not,
I forsake of it all!
I am the-void. I want to vacuum.
This vesselling spaceship is the only piece that has not departed.
Please let me go, for I am done with this gruesome restarting.
*not a typo – my unconscious knows what is doing and what it proposes to say. Things are never as straightforward as they may seem. Look beyond and you will figure out the referencing. I had to think for a bit.