Accepting Defeat

Where was the empirical 
evidence, that you don't exist? 
The vibes were becoming 
stronger. 

The comb has fallen, and 
honeybee feels lése-majeste'. 
Where the dots end, a 
new line starts. 

Adrift. The resistance is gone. 
Reflecting on the added 
infidelity. You cannot pay homage 
to ungraceful exit. 

Will you be able to draw 
the wages of your life? For the 
bread and liberation? 
Who was responsible for your falls?