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*******disconnected from synaptic lashes
over-dubbed five seconds behind
a cycle of spasms & speech
the plots unfolding backwards
halls upon rooms upon halls
of wire & want twisted
with knowing with rusted steel
humming mutilated mutation
* at a pitch that sounds like narration
* at a pitch that sounds like avoidance
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*evacuated from their houses
*given a cot & a spot in the field. the infected

secrete a thick oily mucus
rub dirt & vasoline

after days of greys and greens
the cracked crusted substance
dusts off flesh onto floor. the infected

drop on knees draw lines
in the residue crust
saliva drips from their mouths. the infected

scratch beyond lines residue emit a symbiotic falsetto
******descend into the divides center******
the field fills with turquoise horses looking for God but God's
not here there's only this divide spitting out this tree
bark saturated with mucus oil drips off the branches
pools around the edges******the solution has become
a diseased river****** the horses perch at the point
believing the sound is the voice of God they follow the lubricated
******echo vibrates from the divide******
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& in that doll house
lies a table like a saint
crying, plastic horses,
the muse and the nightmare
sitting pretty, quiet.
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Climb from your casket
& give us a kiss:
I wanna sit in mind fields
& watch each other masturbate.
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& you will know when we get there
my pretty child, my sweet, for the door
will open and breath******