draped in
gossamer
filaments
(a scent
of
citrus
tickles
the scurvy
in threadworn
ideations)
tangled
in dreadful
damnation
(staring
directly into
the eclipse
shadows in
duality
waver daintily
in combustible
optic
disaster)
as
i
fall
tumbling
ever faster
no heaven
above
no hell
below.

somedays i forget
how to
breathe
choking on my
intimate
dismalities.