embryonic imageries cling to me at five
o'clock in the morning. my laptop hums luminous blue,
cold unemotionally cut adrift -
intrinsically odd, gazing at my bellybutton picking out the fluff.
i gulp down an oily mixture, of pulp
orange and GBL.
tenuous elation - nausea distant
indifference, floating lucid dreamlike my an anatomy stuffed full,
plump - cotton wool - plasticity soft clay, unconsciousness slowly conscious.
a low
whistle from my messenger. i switch on a light.
their faces abnormal, like badly
painted clowns unsettle the screens, i prepare for a seizure.
deja vu.
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