flickering lights tries to whirl them wide
covering my ears from clamorous turmoil
in loud awakening the fugue world landslides
to take in nothing in hunger, gnarling gut
through mine secretion, luscious what has past
holds breath for having surround in putrid lies
my own foul presence rushes above temple top
in chasm of all, feeling my soul like mimosa
touched by the slightest kiss of zephyr
somethings' abysmal
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