In this place

Freezing needles speak of

Sparkling scenes that fly in

Spirits of memories

Align in this

Place called haunted dreams of unknown seeds and broken telescopes Microscopes, oh my head, headaches

The disturbances hit forward, as I move to the edge of

A disaster I put my hands and call blasters,

Masters of mind, speakers of hope,

My cousin Hamlet

 

Poker face, mold in your head, years of no cleaning, a culture

Of bacteria dreaded by your smell

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Nothing more like rough spaghetti,

4D spirochaetes, no, rounded filaments

Of your last vivid brain parts