a sense of confusion sweeps across my paper maché wombnestle, a shuddering wave plays along the straight curve of my dasein-ersatz

can you hear my heartbeat’s morose morse code tapping into the aether, the burlap sense of self calling in stutters and stops to your subtle nocturne

or is this just a case of the sunlight refracting off the permafrost in your smile, unable to plumb the verdant depths long buried within

an invitation to an imitation life, a three quarter symphony in indecent design, a registry of greenhouse gases along the venus in your eyes

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