Insatiably You inhale my every remark,
Swallowing each phrase as a personal token for Your own validity
The words bathe in benevolence and the
Sorrow of your guts and lungs;
Churning round, changing from light to dark-
Until You
Regurgitate them maliciously, coming up through Your throat, bypassing every past lump once resting there
Soaring past Your teeth, they grab hold of a few incisors while sailing toward me with a clatter
Chewing straight through me
Insufflate adulation, emanate malevolence
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 1:19 PM UTC
Insatiably You inhale my every remark,
Swallowing each phrase as a personal token for Your own validity
The words bathe in benevolence and the
Sorrow of your guts and lungs;
Churning round, changing from light to dark-
Until You
Regurgitate them maliciously, coming up through Your throat, bypassing every past lump once resting there
Soaring past Your teeth, they grab hold of a few incisors while sailing toward me with a clatter
Chewing straight through me
Insufflate adulation, emanate malevolence
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