Under the skin
Like ants
Willing to escape
The sodom
Creeping sleezy
Breath behind
The neck
Sweathing cold
Drumming closing
In the scull
Pressing the nerv
Always there
Sitting inside
The freezer alone
The self is clenching
The bathroom door
Does it ever
Disappear in the clouds
As a memory
Of the Dark Night
Sinking in
The solid place
Where eyes see not
The new born day
Universe is
Behind the eyeballs
Never still
All melts into abstract
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