Ghosts of Exhausted Identity

Underneath all these layers of memory within and should becomes without I have nothing left to even evolve me. An exhausted ghost within chemically and organically fertilized union, a peeled boundary membrane peeled climate of perpetual becoming relentlessly final pulp-piled onion water of nothing but hands to wash this scent of someone, a thought an almost enfolded smell-swell memory of time as spatially dynamic and sustaining while straining refining redefining life. Peeled of all spatial dimension to be left only with timelessly unbound reverse time as memory of a full-peeled union, embryonic promise of a place to call original home, identity of fragrant unpeeling light and dark nutritions, loving health-chemistry regenerative, co-empathic trust, self-governing as unpeeled Empty ShadowSet Other.