Senses Synthesize

aggressively I am
organizing these mob of senses 
to rob these pieces of you
these pieces of stand-in disguises
the kind my senses shall synthesize
scavenging more parts to hold your idealized partial whole 
the you that You are not
a reconstruction site of who You are and are not in my psyche
and of what forever You disguise in me
what You have failed to covered
a hunger that I obscenely follow through 

these ferocious senses
they stole, they confiscate
devouring in silence, in gazes

oh dear, look how violent my desires are
hiding this procrastination of knowing
swing blindingly defending
to perpetually obliterating
pretenses of mythical selves
all these metabolic by-products 
of what once perceived as You, you and your others selves fiction