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Screws & Scabs

truths subduing the animal lust subvert genetic primacy that declares itself of necessity in a vitally provocative vision procreative struggle that pitches and bends our reality in through some of the narrowest corridors of fear and painful attachment, but there is an attitude with no patience because an ease of motion we embrace in this place cannot be confused so trivially for the estranged games we must redress constantly walking by ourselves without knowing how often our repugnant smells in tow behind us solid like a caterpillar whose segments move in a rushing wake as all these parts come back in upon us on our deathbed instant before the rust can settle, seizing us romantically to scream out to every onlooker and even the rest of the world that this stinking love refuge is the answer whether this infatuation can shape and mold the heart and emotions we seem to fuse together with courage and compassion like a metalworker lost in the heat… a whole bitter affair made from a compromise burned and blackened as the slackening of skin is wrinkling from the faded gears grinding the burnt out down into oblivion sure as the day is long, an oblong dawning to approach mourned as work alarms us into motion again with the sun righteous rising too fast to abort its’ quaking path we stand in front of and beg to differ altering dimensional fissures like poetry as the mind’s eye reaches out to observe, and those of hidden stakes monitor the rest of us to assure the game is being played as though we are thoroughbred horses in games of chance instead of tightening our efforts if we play like we are the ones who should be winning… losers fronting the pressure looking for the drama in their words just as the winners appear easily scheming to deduce a final solution or complex formula to successfully conclude others’ errs transferring psychic information, and so trauma thus confounding and eluding without speaking including occlusion of the air between the teeth coming together in words, like thought forms sent out to discover in an occultation programmed as the vessel by this culture like an abstract obsession we all fit in relation to whether conceived of as a fundamental or fringe member to this wounded society scabbed over…

Thanks, khet.