Our Puzzling Encounters Considered - Psyopus

Construct this jigsaw

Laced with your true intentions

I can’t figure out

Who the hell or

What the fuck we are

What is this?

Love poems with Cupid as a martyr?

Collapse under the crushing wonder

Wonder

Core curiosity

Drives my stomach eating itself alive

Discovering sweet

In the heart of a chameleon

My starving

Stomach eats itself alive

This puzzle

Relying on projection

You can’t figure out

Who the fuck

Or where hell we are

Or how to even care