in existence


at times, when the miracle of birth is
reduced to shallow breathing
when wires envelop the synapse
in a fusion of life and death
that static surrounds
to blissfully numb from
subsequent aftershocks
as the chaos wanders in
with its graceful shifting
of hues and the drones’ hum
leaves little to be desired
in the way of euphoria
but for the latent mouth
plagued with chronic breathing
that resounds the faint lullabye
by which we are granted sleep
to dream of spiderwebs
strewn o’er the glass...for in existence
there be no world to
shield our eye from the stars




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