not burned nor spurned
by song or wraith
palmed marbles, drawing lifelines
pleading, pleasing escape

a wist rising west, clawing and aching deep
to burst forth into apocalypse days
castles walls built of crumbled, gypsum walls
cut with dreams, sniff'd up in wanton ways

a drip; a drag, slid across a fine carpet
a taste, a touch of trepidation
a hurricane of pallid thoughts
phoned in, a megaphone, a binaural dilation

hypnosis casts a funny filter
an off-rose, familiar as sepia 
inking glass, frozen, but hot
a mosaic of thoughts , creeping and blurring and running into and over one another, a tumbling rapturous wave of all the eyes that have ever looked up at me over my stomach and chest
and i said im sorry but still pushed in closer to the brink
the breach, the atom bomb, riding it down, the numbers don't stop, i can't resist them oh god
i can't move my body, my chest rising and falling -- OH god
oh gOD
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