Hermeneutic

The drunk uncle’s a solipsist, too steeped
in his ways, shouting with poor gross cocksure
certainty. Unterse altercations keep
them unsure. Children screaming to endure
the flashing, light rhythmic pulsing brightly,
they lay as still as never before. She,
knocked over; a broken vase, stripped naked,
without dignity. Slop-streams dilate ,feed
on the cerebrum leaving it with shit.
With regret, he takes a long final gasp
drowned in air. There’s no more reflection in
the mirror – all blank transparent glass.

And then: Absolute (paque (o)(kopi(
horizons fusing a toast priori

_{Ralph is (probably) learning stuff. For some reason, he also writes.}