In fact just thus evening
of 23rd day February 2001
I have flesh-to-bone fatigue
pulses are trembling
sending sticky waves
barring arteries
exploding abdomin
causes torso onto
psychosomatic comatose
I feel half-sleep
diagnosing mind inflicting injury
while half dying
too obscure
to attempt.................
beneath humid blanket
my colleague calls up
for a rescue
911 reponse
reject dead air
it is a farting time
expose silent whisper
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