New low cut like
a root burrowing towards methane
Imprisoned in a
bubble ticking to be ruptured
Injecting the
vein track of blood back to the heart
With viral
deposits crafted by time and the Earth
Like cackling
bedfellows smirking as the taint
Corrupts the
countryside of ambition into fallow complacency
Want oxidizes in
the robust obliteration of ignorance
There will be no
change. This poison is permanent.
The old world
churches, the bell towers clanging
Pews of
peer-reviewed tomes bound in pages of yesterdays
Hiding the never
was, stuck like semen gluing the paper
To dismember the
table of contents into conjoined missing links
History mangled
in the attrition of conjunction
The face and ass
spoil the innards with a one-skin body
Explaining the
situation in the simple purview of an analogous being
As if the
spectrum were spliced into a single hue
Taste and smell
are rancid, the feces of a canine clumps
In the grass
somewhere in the perimeter undetected by sight
The winds reveal
and compel the attendees to comment
This is all there
is, I thought there was more
Olfactory
consistency breeds compatriots
To rise to find a
fresh pasture, but the odor is ubiquitous
Like a hound on
the trail of a escapee kept at an equidistant danger
The scent is
never closer or farther, but present like the skin that holds a body
As a defined
structure, so that beings can tell where one being ends
And the other
begins, these laundry assembly lists of dictionary solace
One heart, two
feet, two lungs, one nose, two ears
Stretch of skin,
length of veins and arteries is variable and a
Non-specific
determinable variable that is rarely considered pertinent to count
The numbers, the
math is everything and nothing, the ghost we chase
Knowing we are
not the only one to detect the disturbance
Yet so rarely
ever speak
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