An idea with no form. Long slender fingers, sharp
letters. Enclose an idea and wraps around the world. Looking for faith in the characters, the vowels are the vowes of a broken mirror. From both ends of the sentence, there is broken glass and jagged veins.  Every action obliterates chance. A mass of flesh with no skeleton, long slender fingers, sharp letters. A message with no audience. A thought is meaning crashing. “Look at my hands. I exist just to have one thought.”