III by Exsomnus

memory refuses its name,
splintered—pages torn from pages torn from pages
repetition until meaning unravels
(what was the word for this?)

eyelids stapled open /
yet i dream of silence full of buzzing,
rooms inside rooms inside rooms,
a geometry of elsewhere
oozing through plaster cracks, dripping clocks, insect drizzles

the body: exhausted furniture
the mind: parasitic, gnawing its own husk
the self: absent, absent, absent

nothing sleeps here
nothing wakes here
the hours mutter backwards—
they have forgotten time,
as i have forgotten face, name,
the anchor of “real.”

Exsomnus is a phantom offshoot of UgUrGkuliktavikt, a delirium of exhausted noise, lowercase murmurs and blurred field recordings. It embodies the weight of unending fatigue, the fog of derealization, the slow collapse between waking and dream, the sensation of haunting your own body and never finding rest.

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