Why did you split the slit on my silver silhouette?
All my composition in the moon sands of your hands.
It will metamorph then anamorph itself back into two/ don't dare move/
do you hunger oblivion hungering you?/ light casts shadows through your ribs/ are you stuck in tedium?/ what is it you fear?/
Did you see my demon hovering above your head wearing a top-hat?/ he conceives a stratagem that's not too cruel but also not too kind./ i watch as your bony fingers spell spells in sticky summer air/ don't dare move/
Do I haunt you the way you're haunting me?/
fixed pulsations like kitchen blades./ do you enjoy mind games?/ my emotions lack function.
Deeper still, deeper still you were oozing in the cracks.
haunted by, haunted by your own pockets.
modern man modern man you do dissolve...
a hand, a bone, a ligamentary deposit
The kid is still in school, but she's outwitting you/ an acrobat will dance on your eyebrows.
I do not miss the scent of the moon on your jawline
you lack a bluer bite/ innocence is to want more, innocence is to want more and more and more and more.
Innocent as a spiral.
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