a markov machine
failing its creator
words combine
but no thoughts come to mind
mesa, meta
I climb up and down
but my subprograms fail
the mystery an open trail
who killed my thoughts?
I need not know
to yell out to
an empty skull
no object of desire
no satanic burning fire
all I caress
is the nothingness
my stomach growls
my head growls
the yeast inside
does not grow
my thoughts will not brew
anger boils them off
cerebrospinal residue
write only of lacking thoughts