i keep catching myself tactlessly watching my heart pulse through me. dazed. i fall into these tranced furrows just long enough for my eyes to wearily descend and my mind to begin a lackadaisical yet intricate unwinding of the laced fallacies that have been weaving themselves on the unceasing looms inside me. but the beats. the beats are shifting. so effortlessly those once potent thoughts wane alongside such dissipating throbs. forsaken. everything fading. it won't take long now--this is the waxing of the wane, my darling.