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I asked god to squeeze my soul
into a thickening paste and to roll out his tongue and
to savour his creation.
And so now I scratch at the divine spark
that sacred tranquility
as I feel my world drown in
I am dead,resting in the heat of a terrible day
staggering through the smoke and the fire
my mouth fell open like a rusted steel cage.
shivering, my heart was squashed rancid
as I sqeaked out something inaudible.
my eyes dim with poisoned light
my mouth like wrinkled snail skin…