those things, lightning and air,
upon processing the information
quickly ground between grinding teeth,
rest unwell in this glass stomach,
and the need to retch and expel
the excess of incompatible elements
burns hotly in the recesses of this bowl
and they crawl up, expanding with heat,
and gather a force, pry open the hinges,
and desire to spew out in a nauseous fury
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