turbid

lost in the
turgidity of
turbid thought
the seething
emptiness of
insular ideas
unacted upon
by this fear
stained stasis
of inchoate
necessities
less a soul
objectified
in defiance
writhing down
avenues of
deeply entrenched
dead end needs
a creature in
human disguise
intermingling
a prostitution
of desperations
with a solemnity
in eager silence

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