Svarmr (12/30/2018)

Svarmr ;
a thought with a stinger 
to pierce a veil too thick for mere chitchat 
a thousand fold, like fractals 
potent in tin numbers 
and bent venom 

sweat thin : 
clung in dew drops
oiling with fear, a torture drips
hung fangs from an incubus
pressed beneath a leering ocean 
otherwise weightless 
to the unhaunted 
fellowship of man 

though horizontal, I stand .
bones thinning, heart churning--
not blood, but blood-like sand 
In erroneous palpatations 
ferrying precious seconds 
but never enough to be at ease 

fevers reach a high noon broil 
sickly bright cicada-screeching thru pinholes 
eyelids emblazoned but held fast :
sickly red-pink ochre 
painting wakefulness id ought to refuse 

for daylight
i haven't paid the dues

the weight of depressing news

◄ 0813 (12/16/2018)

compile: root manic (12/;/2018) ►


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