wit me

one up me,
   you win, your higher grace
eat me already, my flattened face
   no juice left to spill
words deal in aftermath
   of becoming figment
oh pretense image
   oh flundering advent
   oh pitious plunder
today tell me all the same
   my gut is livid
   this life is it my own
in praise of Ioving misapprehension
   the now of every thought enfeeling
   in gushing attention
keep up keep up
   crowded world undressing
   do not you see myself
i do my love
   in filterbloom