my dear one  you seem to have lost your touch  so goes the precept  so goes your thoughts  on paper thin sheets of paper  i'm wrapped in sheets, paper thin  neon lights flicker  seduction from hotel beds  a mediocre whisper  feel something  overheard in the dark  a temperate self-disclosure  you're the one continuous antagonist of my thoughts  movement from a faucet  as water outlines definitions washed away  and statues stare down those that wish to see them crumble   significant others lose significance  we waste away  we waste something  overheard in the dark  a temperate self-disclosure  you're the one continuous antagonist of my thoughts  i am slowly sinking  sinking slowly  i am weightless  overheard in the dark  a temperate self-disclosure  you're the one continuous antagonist of my thoughts