balance is beholden to little,
just as the stars do not compel.
i roused with asphyxiation,
down suffocation, fever.
reverie so irreverent,
(removal proves impossible).
subcutaneous deposits of venom
perspiration is the poultice.
(but the brain was never meant
to drown in the skull)
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
balance is beholden to little,
just as the stars do not compel.
i roused with asphyxiation,
down suffocation, fever.
reverie so irreverent,
(removal proves impossible).
subcutaneous deposits of venom
perspiration is the poultice.
(but the brain was never meant
to drown in the skull)
hazy delirium words
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