a taste so bleak
sweating of a devils weed
static swells in premature sleep
right angle rhombus bricks
in a clay-form quarry
vision collapse, center fault bended fjord,
matrix collision and lapse
rendered in a vault below the floor
For Ive delved into a tunnel divinorum
voices force from a million miles away
conventicle hell, molecular well
and eternal urn in which ill always stay
fell into a void of angry corners
in this space i cave into myself
a unit of one among rigid swells
an eternal blank in which my mind will wait
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