Undecidable

Back to you, interpreter,
our decon
is a struction
out of time 
and into space
when the moment infinites
into faith and less and ness
don't go nouning me 
it's verb-all
and curb call
--yes, a ride to where I'm going
would be nice,
but I need to walk.

There is a sentence, life to death.
Birth? No, no decision point then.
It's a matter of lividity
and stroopwafel.
Delta and the up-aired
when-thered
don't be a weather
be whether
and find out constantly.

Erase to go on
and when that nub
is gone
let the metal
rake the paper
and see what lies 
under that so-falled 
truth.