The Dichotomy of the Shallow Signifier.

[Inkblades]

This isn't a smile.
It's a dichotomy loaded with intent, but woefully devoid of any real, actual meaning.
Except for violence to keep.
Except with silence for sleep.

The signifier is flimsy from its misguided processes.
The signifier is a weak-willed follower.
Jointly exhaustive.
The malcontent industry of sham will always fold in on itself.
Put your faith in a springboard.
Feel inevitable disappointment when the mechanism malfunctions.

I never have anything to say.
They have already said it all.
I never had anything to say.
You have already said it all.

These are no longer teeth.
They are now astray blinders eschewing from fragmented grills.
Floating up.
Away, above, beyond and lost.

At night, the shingles on my house hang with dental radiography halos.