night falls early as i lay awake

transcendental
mass deviation
following the curve of
madness
in incidental
recursions
awkwardly into the
heart of matters

i forget
am i me
or am i
the shadow
of a dancing
flame
innocuous
and frantic
shimmering
fully dressed
in nothingness
a broken prism
playing
nightmares along
your naked form

only existing
in palpitations
arhythmic by design
flawed at the atomic
boss level of decay

a fading whistle
rustling the last leaf
of summer’s distrust
enigmatic rot
to vanish in
autumn’s embrace

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