El Egg

X. Trappings






The decay of his memory occurs in real time.

He dropped sleep onto the floor in a puddle.

There is a tacit hem to memory.

Accent into hell. Slow poison or hopscotch.

To the spoils go the victims. Reticence is circular.

And I believe in solipsism between equals.



More piratical than practical,

I sing the wrath of the nucleus.




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