After the beginning

And at the end
when
finally the whole can be seen

they

the cast from across my time
will pause
stand
meet
greet me

know me with every look
saying nothing
everything
and letting me decide

any judgement to be mine
on what I had
and did
or said

hid now from
that broken shell

the downward place a
screen screaming the
internal film
of all
that was, and
what could have been

I’m separated from anything
Nothing
Everything

And the notion
Of social interaction

Speech

Or the public eating of a fucking peach
Sits
Laughs
Bites at my ankles like a stupid dog
Daily
Especially this one
Until the end.

Enter Title Here

What meaning, then, do you ascribe to these poor words, found ailing and placed with not so intensive care upon the screen

should this be determinism of your own, of that of another author

Simply said, which one?

After all,
It who typed the keys
owns no meaning, for
that died
the moment the pixels heard an apparent voice