Odds
Stacked up
Beaming
Barely shut

A glitchy
Whimper
Rides into
The air

I shut
Eyes,
Limbs,
Hair follicles

Tightly wound
A tangle-orb
Of wires
Brushes toes

The monotony
Of the performance
Upsets an
Otherwise obselete overmorrow

Mislaying
The perkiness
That was
My signature

Dread flicks
My forehead
Fracturing
My profile

A cuboid
Holds the answer
In our core
Unsuccessful