oh, oh
i want to burst from this cage
of flesh and pulsing fibers--
slickened veins thrumming--
blood welling
from disrupted skin
like a drop of sun
that broils with the heat
of a hundred million yellows
in my solar
plexus, clear like plexi glass
but not lucid
instead smudged
like a fog blanketing
all my six senses
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