disassemble your partswhat are you in there?The Jenga tower of nervy pieceschain reaction machineThe phonemes bind togetherwith fitful flowing notionsas keening winds of chatterWith no more time permitted -unscrew the hunger- and get No answer-just the ringing empty- ascending skyward, vinesentwining ‘round the moonagainst the cold of nothingShining, gazing downhurling unsought solaceThere is no promise […]
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