mzococucacu

the off-white eyeless
covers itself
in black
hides its crumb-and-partial
within the blend of reality
the warmth of real
its thoughts
dissipate under mud
befuddled and bag
so it dons a
dicer that jumps saturate notions
unmolested balanced thinkings
until full
these impassioned coverings
hold reason and purpose from
obliterating the eyeless’ balance
a filter of sorts, preventing
nonsense from overtaking