I need a pause, an air, in the lungs oxygen
every alveoli to fill to the brim of itself
during long hours of diving from myself
and everything around happening during the pain
while the brain is the polygon for other maneuvers
playground of nonsense for all those fury impulses
for electric discharge of excess energy packed
in the core of all of this unwanted madness.

The subject is not present so report an error
it‘s unavailable for any comments you mind need so
Destructive power is activated in the absence of meaning
Under the radar, the subject is resetting the system

The pain is erasing the outlines,
but leaves the remembrance engraved
the commas in the memory to be erased
It‘s pain, therefore I exist only inside
while I am a shadow of my capacity – outside.

I am in pain, therefore I am.