pieces of styrofoam melt
of its parent, its origin,
like the petals of the beast,
the west wing of the tragedy.
endless white drops invade
sulfide with oxygen
evening glow of materiality, sigh
mm in the immensity of the pain, hurt
air with their light weight quick
outcome breaking the blood
overflow, chaos. Weight
play with gravity,
the stops, horrified,
makes you feel useless as trying to get blood to the heart
,
says "no,
not let you," and
strokes but not
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