s(i)ck

pressure from
the hand
of god
crushing
my skull

i feel
every whorl
of the
print
as it squeezes

falling into
the double helix
as it
unravels
around me

i am
dust
a speck floating
in the unblinking
eye of eternity

i am
nothing
but insidious
painblossoms
and woe.

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