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I gaze upon your visage with unfamiliarity
Separately, every feature recalled in clarity
Yet the mind can no longer mend it whole
Puzzle pieces amidst a peerless black hole

I question the authenticity of your existence:
"Are you a person left without consistence?"

While each part of you reacts in resistance:
"I reject that the spirit is without subsistence."

...Your eyes burrow with a darkening gaze
And my own perceives with a lingering haze
The exterior exhibits an obscure inner verity
While the immutable abides to every polarity
a thousand boring gazes akin
to bugs crawling under the skin
they seek out all voids within
each crevice a home to live in

the persistent turbulence proceeds
each apprehension plants its seeds
lay the eggs, the progeny succeeds
as maggots, upon weakness feeds

and with their growing infestation
brings a constant buzzing sensation
decaying flesh―a crumpled carnation
from inevitable discorporate predation

— The End —