Back spasm, madness
Limbs ache and claw sheets
Tearing a tendon from the bone
This is the world
In incontrovertible majesty
Black and white – live
In a film noir set
Heartbeat racing as a dog around a track, and
The moon is so bright tonight
Huddle underneath it as you smoke
Gravity is ascending and so, our souls;
Dispassion is the worst of it all
Seeing the ink on the blue-white screen
Trickling redly into those dreams
You once had
Dream, child, and be free
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