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I read through Kierkegaard's enormities—
I curiously roused the transcending ways—
I waged tempered opposition against civilities binding physical form.
And in these steepening epiphanies intersectional,
I am willfully in occupancy—accompanied by these
cognitive ornaments applauded
in these scenes of people I step out of barriers for,
like an antioxidant and Abaddon breathed in simultaneously.
A system of bleeding words—
A system of self-sustaining sedations—
A system of absurdities roosed & digging graves for the complaints—
A system of hysteria playing back and profiting artistically
while standing under unfinished basement LED rope lighting—
A system of surgically analyzing the Malaysian verse
and attempting the heart into a fixed rhythm.
It must be drumming through the chest with the sensation of
needles & presence,
needles & presence,
needles & presence.
SEPTEMBER, 2019 | Ghost City Press
https://ghostcitypress.com/
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