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