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A gentle throb underlying every moment,
Consciousness a weird erection
So death, then, is the cumshot
The in-and-out of the day-by-day
Elevate diction in order that I
Might seem as one who breathes
cold fire
Today the sky was unstable
A little rain goes every which
Way beyond my threshold for
cold bones
So I wrap myself in soft
Baptize myself in tepid bath
Banquet of soaps, beflagged in flannel
A drama of timpani as, wet-haired,
I approach the altar of sleep
One day I will be a God
One day I will be thawed, post-
Cryogenic naptime, assume my
Throne, some stanzas are written
to be erased.
Consciousness a weird erection
So death, then, is the cumshot
The in-and-out of the day-by-day
Elevate diction in order that I
Might seem as one who breathes
cold fire
Today the sky was unstable
A little rain goes every which
Way beyond my threshold for
cold bones
So I wrap myself in soft
Baptize myself in tepid bath
Banquet of soaps, beflagged in flannel
A drama of timpani as, wet-haired,
I approach the altar of sleep
One day I will be a God
One day I will be thawed, post-
Cryogenic naptime, assume my
Throne, some stanzas are written
to be erased.
Posted 05/20/14
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