i woke
to find
part of me
had gone
missing
over night.
the problem
is
with so many
missing parts
how do you tell
a new gap
from
the old.
the ever
dwindling
cage of
consciousness
bones
or impulses
keeps the
array
of insidious
worries
doubts
fears
and
misinterpretative
dance numbers
to damn near
overflowing.
so i will
continue
to dance
with the twitching limbs
of an
electrified
hell.
it is all
i know.
saint vitus
the rictus grin
of pulsing synapses
in the guise
of
wretched wonder.
flop along
if
you know the
words.
let the
idiosyncratic beat
numb
your senses
into a stew
of insecurities
as the cantankerous
old souls
spit malice
between blinking
memories.
losing parts
of
ourselves
we didn’t know
could
vanish
in an effort
to be more in line
with the ghosts
that haunt
the cathedral
of hope.
This is quite amazingly penned…
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