Stootzen, stationless & plane… still

afraid not knowing I became
I touched
it all exists
of bars, and chains, and anguish
eviscerated beings of being
I saw
I see
through my shut eyelids
a bowl of potluck spewing against the gravitation
its own impunity of pain
a birth to die in reason
to ever live
belief
the heat is going only upwards
the history's beneath