free again in tin suit hit
hammers splashing oil

black heart charlatan

burning tint of red
assemble the colors commanded cerebral cortex
confined at conception
safely sentenced

desparation
scratching at the windows on the world.

the toy is me
ing with the emotions
are mine unmade
by used
buy me
sold
on the street
unseen.

once this world
saved it
before after
this world died
so many times
before.

closure finds itself moving
listening the hours believe
forgetting fallen sentences
dragging within a moment's
feeling outside
some action
can't be seen
so
some question
called itself
away

from tourniquet tight
cells oval depression

collect the air and move
them airs rolling round
dragging some things down.

tb
wait
sellers open
final found
kiiirect my newfound
idiocy
it's only despair
again.

resilient running noise
pierced skin
pulled back
either side the wave

sleep at the rave
in the sand under
prickly pear
sticky fruit and sharp

the music it moves
cells aside swallowed
the sound inside
instead.

misfed starvation
art not pretty
no more

not sicken
sing sentence
pissed in my ear.

sense still
quiet lies
aching winds
push thought.

i'm somehow enmeshed in futility.
i've lived enough already anyway,
i suppose.

some comfort found
cold geometries
floating down
crystalline clouds
shimmering flakes.

try again
simpleton
it's not each
time that short
segments sent
here go where
now no forget
flow revolt
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