diluted intoxication,
elixar of yours that
candy coats my throat,
provides disorient
dizziness of illusions
in this motled Kaleidoscopic
dream
that bursts at the seams
with
verbosity.
not verbosity..
simplicity in a complex skin
that revels in sticky black
reels of string gone twine
that is noose to your mind.
it burns and bubbles to the
surface,
oil slicked brimstone,
lapped and spewed
by probing finger tips.
moving sickness.
.hit.
.the ceiling.
.hit.
.the floor.
.hit.
.the fan.
awaken raw
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