thoughts crawling out of a dark corner
above life and death
flowing on like time
tugging away at me
admitting my delusions
led by its independence
grasping for death
biting like Satan
down into the ooze
through your heavens and hells
slay me with a walking dream
on the other side
the planets’ revolution
detached through sorrow
through outstretched palms
knowing too precisely
haunted by the object
striking me now
the grain of ugliness
vibrations emanating
a monstrous edifice
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