W for…




The always already apocalypse is becoming
Urgent urgent Urgent
So we sleep with both eyes open
and a snake

We hurl ourselves into the
dressed in metal
shiny cyborg stars
in the between

Here children are dead
They have been undecided
replaced with jelly pet and
delivered of your stillborn thoughts

The fluid born
made a gash out of a gorge with a gasp
turbulence foaming fierce
flowing division

I, beware
our* *disease is desirous
for the (w)hole
Decision will never be full


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