(no subject)
This is a disturbed segment
in the chain of my being
the ugly link that binds all this wonder
and void together.
This is the feeling as the whip
drags across the floor
I am thoroughly scraped.
This is only the smallest injury.
One can never see the scabs,
they are too small too be picked.
These tiny cells,
whose shapes are never to be known,
are collected mixed with water,
and shaped into this
this twisted form that holds this pen,
in the chain of my being
the ugly link that binds all this wonder
and void together.
This is the feeling as the whip
drags across the floor
I am thoroughly scraped.
This is only the smallest injury.
One can never see the scabs,
they are too small too be picked.
These tiny cells,
whose shapes are never to be known,
are collected mixed with water,
and shaped into this
this twisted form that holds this pen,