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The Decision installed firmly between walls of meat my lungs roll in thick fluid eyes grow upon each surface - blinking hysterical sound and light - confused and gauze I have memory of my mother - breathing quiet but shuddering in this tomb of refracted soup each finger webbed to its neighbor paddling amniotic - whispering electricity mother - I will not exit to the light - to whatever madness awaits - whatever role summoned by the pitying vision of my creators... memory I choose to float ceaseless in this dreaming languid pea in a belly the muck of life my cushion unto death |
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