weekdays withering, unending afternoons
foreboding darkness, music droplets scattered in the wind
pain shooting up
the intestines and knotted insides
like the grins on the carcasses
a heap of dead cats
The student sits by the gigantic window That opens wide into the minty mouth of morning Sunshine streams through And coils up to die in the warmth of the chambers Calmly goes forth the lizard In the certainty of life, labor and death While the putrid fumes of dead time Permeate the obese corridors of history
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