I observe the insect hanging alien body
swings in the balance but it's not the point
i need the eyes closed because I fear
not seen not seen fear the imbalance
but being a bitter smile choke full
in the sleep center cord never stirred nor serene
i try to mend the gap of the obvious damage
without ever losing the remote control.
Decomposed stomach breath becomes bitter acid
disappearing ink glides liquid in the sink
coppery battered its fixed internal face
the full rust mirror hanging skinny to the bone
dark messy but not full of love stolen
whatever happens the rattle compose finished the day
if ever whine of joy is given me as a gift
or never hope furious gush in jubilation
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