if I stare at the roof long enough
would i let it's ink
roll down over me ? 

my shape, pliant and waiting and 
rutting
tilting toward the certainty 
the cooing touch and strain
spreading stygian weight 
pressing down, down, and do...wn

coy and waiting with glistening teeth
brushing, roiling voice 
weight like a purring cinderblock
hands, too many to be real 
too deft to be human 
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But Did I Even Fall Asleep Last Night,
Or Have I Always Been Here?
Stood-Up Too Late To The Dark In Me.
Just Get Me Back To Where I Can Breath.
In Here I’ve Always Been.

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First He Saw The Shadows 
Sitting On His Roof
And One Began To Walk Around.
It Wouldn’t Be Long Now
‘Till The Spell Has Unfogged.
Whatever Plans He May Have Had,
Have All Come To An End.

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