spun out/duality

stuck
in a mental
spin cycle
the world
outside
locked into
a dizzying
array of
blurry lines
indistinctions
in incandescence
a tumorous
explosion
of malignant
intentions
self manufactured
intangibility
indecently
indivisible
on a cellular
level of static
inductions
stomach
locked firmly
in the upright
back of the throat
position
choking on each
word
left unspoken
second guessing
the third trip
on the roundabout
lost in this
circular
illogic
replaying every
irreconcilable
insecurity
in an effort
to obliterate
obligational
irrationalities.

the coffee
doesn’t have the same
kick
this morning
some days
require
your tongue
and quivering
thighs
as the misery
of a universe
draped in monofilaments
of agony
falls away
as our need
outweighs
every single
accidental sorrow
as the only thing
that exists
is our singularity
punctuated
by the chorus
of heartbeats
in duality.

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