Congeal in my lungs
For in the time it takes to cough you up,
I'll have been dead for two months,
And scoured will be the world
Of meaning as goes a numb hand
Convulsing over chill glass before dawn.

It?
Burns in the door-frame
By sheer volume of pain
Becomes alienated
As aide comes belated
& Compulsion to interaction
Finds dire limitation,
Deferential constitution
To denial- -Inhalation
Of the fleshly conflagration.

As what human being
Or even- what thing,
Would let such a fate
By such agonizing rate
Befall
It?

It was like nothing at once,
Tangent cut film from reel holes
Glossy black and brown all the same
Buzzing with dusty whirs
And flashing all about,
Driving unto the retinas
of our swollen, dry eyes.
Until snapping, we had lost our place.

Done is not the chaotic cancer reaches
Plots of maligned flesh corrupt encampments
Single cell bids for freedom leeches
Through throbbing shores of life's entrapment

( followed by angsty shiet )

Greasy meadow viscous weeping
Diesel camphor, sulfur seeping
Stenches wafted wavered lights,
Boiling airs of oil

Globules sobbed decaying matter
Fermented caking, frothy scatter
Composted cataract concoctions
Belying mouldy soil

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Once too most slither acrid
Shadow contrast sterile green glass
Gleaming beneath sky dulled placid

Cool core collapse
Falls magnetic tendrils
Vapors coalescent distills
Postconception rhythmic relapse

Throbbing concert manifest
At vessel's agonized behest
Pressure gone so slack and thin
drawn out outside through rank black skin

Oh mew
In Delight on contrary gound
For hath not on occaision been found
On requiem forecast pre-mortem

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