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I am in need of litmus paper; A wriggling creature indeterminately featured follows, It does not sit nor stand no feet nor hands just wriggling waving scribbling in goopy slop, no stops The smell of burning band-aids trailing in its wake. Savage monstrous floatation above a tile sea, Its motions are elegantly sick, delightful barf, And I think I am thinking I'd like to know what it thinks, But then, I know I should never truly know. I am in need of litmus paper. Is it an acid, base, or an accidental space Filled, yet out of place, a dogma to my face? Recurrent in its situation, killed once, but a reactivation? I am in need of litmus paper. Somewhere, I find, I am in the trail it leaves behind. In this sign, I am afraid. As it situates, conscious or unconsious, Wriggling along, regurgitating from behind itself over and over again, Halving itself, then fusing whole again, It stares ahead, using an invisible force, inward eyes inside a blank face, to its next traversed inch in the slimy tiles. And I think, I need litmus paper.
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
The Litmus Wriggles
I am in need of litmus paper; A wriggling creature indeterminately featured follows, It does not sit nor stand no feet nor hands just wriggling waving scribbling in goopy slop, no stops The smell of burning band-aids trailing in its wake. Savage monstrous floatation above a tile sea, Its motions are elegantly sick, delightful barf, And I think I am thinking I'd like to know what it thinks, But then, I know I should never truly know. I am in need of litmus paper. Is it an acid, base, or an accidental space Filled, yet out of place, a dogma to my face? Recurrent in its situation, killed once, but a reactivation? I am in need of litmus paper. Somewhere, I find, I am in the trail it leaves behind. In this sign, I am afraid. As it situates, conscious or unconsious, Wriggling along, regurgitating from behind itself over and over again, Halving itself, then fusing whole again, It stares ahead, using an invisible force, inward eyes inside a blank face, to its next traversed inch in the slimy tiles. And I think, I need litmus paper.
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
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