I bleed holistically, over
night’s believability
and train the eyes
to cower in drifts
of plowed majority
no one breeds time
like the nightmares
and greedily chomps
citrus pillows
not one glyph
is tried justification
once I was given a vision of
self destruction
it moved forwards and backwards
uncertainly - several fissures of
miasmic dread
clobbered the meters
I don’t know if I can live
in this labyrinth of
self idiotic
myth
coded by the drastic tempo
of my elimination