FORCE-THE-EDGES

There is a hole in my outermost layer,
Which allows debris through,
A psychical sabotage,
To the filtering system,
Has rendered the entire vessel,
Unstable,
A quantum fluctuation,
Of abundant impurities.

There is no word for this,
But still it exists,
It is the abyss,
Rising up,
And spilling out of every orifice.

Make of me your nemesis,
Malignant by nature,
Sever this connection,
With a furious force.

There is only one explanation,
And one exception,
And I am neither,
I am the core.