too much claustrophobia too much density

too much claustrophobia too much density
one feels most comfortable always out in the open air
and having vague surmises and suspicions about oneself
that one will go out walking and come home to find
ones street mysteriously missing or ones house
this belongs to someone else two desk monitors
and a handknitted quilt in a shopping cart
knowing it has already started
losses breakages damaged items
one is losing too much dermis
flinching at the law of averages
becoming vicious there are things to be said
friends becoming acquaintances a cheap colloquialism
merged sets empty sets all illusionality
the clockwork universe running down into decay
the irony of the specificity of all things
and most absurd finality and was it wished for it was
was it necessitous it was did it cancel out all other options
or did mutually exclusive identifiers being resolved