Pleural Hymns

LONG DRIVES TO THE BEACH I'M SEVEN BUT SOMEHOW LESS BUCKET SEAT RIDERS ON PAINKILLERS SINGING ALLELUIA OR WHATEVER THE FUCK LAID OUT ON THE BACK SEAT YOU'RE EIGHT BUT HAVE SEEN IT ALL IT STARTS WITH YOUR FEET THEN BUILDS UP TO YOUR MOM'S BACK PAIN TOOL YOU'RE LIVING NEXT DOOR AND YOU'RE LAUGHING [REDACTED] YOUR TIMING WAS ALWAYS IMPECCABLE YOU WANTED TO KNOW IT IS WHAT YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO SHOW ME IS WHAT YOU MEANT YOU ALREADY KNEW YOU’VE ALREADY SHOWN I DRIVE THE UGLY TRUTH INTO MY NAILBED FOR FIFTEEN FUCKING YEARS TBI SPRING BREAK FOR FRONTAL LOBE POST-CONCUSSION DREAMLAND EXPRESS [REDACTED] BY SOMEONE OTHER THAN YOURSELF FIVE RED NAIL HOLES ON DISPLAY FOR THE WAITING ROOM DWELLERS PICKED UP FROM THE PARTY YOU'RE SPEAKING CLEARER THAN YOU THINK YOU TELL ME YOUR PLANS AND WHY YOU MADE THEM AND HOW YOU’D DO IT AGAIN YOU WANTED TO KNOW IT IS WHAT YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO SHOW ME IS WHAT YOU MEANT BUT I ALWAYS FORGET AND I ALWAYS SURVIVE AND THIS IS HOW NOBODIES ARE MADE ENJOY YOUR ADDICTION TO EVERYTHING

URGENCY INFORMED BY A MEASURE OF SUFFERING IS THE SCALE CALIBRATED IS THE HYPOTHESIS SOUND ARE YOU TRULY THIS IN LOVE WITH YOUR SCENT AND APPEARANCE TO TAKE IT TO THIS VERY PLACE YOU BRAGGED ABOUT YOUR ARMAMENTS WHY ARE THEY COLD AND DRY ANSWER YOURSELF AFTER EIGHT HOURS AND FILL ME IN IF YOU WAKE UP IN TIME A PLOT FOR GUILT AND SHAME VALIDITY MEASURED AND RESOURCES COUNTED BY THE SAME SET OF EYES A PLACE FOR GUILT AND SHAME SOMEONE ONCE YELLED G-D HAD A FUCKING SICK IDEA OR PURPOSE FOR THAT PAIR THAT AWFUL PAIR A PLAN FOR GUILT AND SHAME THE ONE YOU ALLOW THE ONE YOU SEE FIT THE ONE YOU LOVE

SURVEY IN FULL AND WITHOUT REVISION THE LOT YOU HAVE COLONIZED. INSULAR GARDEN, CELL BENEATH AN OPEN SKY. YOUR FEET CARVE WINDING TRACKS LEFT FOR THOSE YOU LURE INSIDE. "THIS IS THE WAY," YOU SAY, WITH MOISTENED EYES AND INVITING POSTURE. YOU KNOW JUST HOW WELL IT WORKS. THE SYMBOLS WITH WHICH YOU ADORN THE WALLS ENGENDER AN INITIAL TRUST, ALLOWING UNDETECTED MOVEMENT INSIDE WHERE YOUR IMPRINT IS LEFT. STENCH PAINTED THEREIN. SUSPICION DISABLED. THEY LOOK BACK WITH FAITH AND SYMPATHY UNTIL THE FEAR COMES. VULNERABILITY FULLY CULTIVATED OPENS THE DOOR TO PSYCHO-EMOTIONAL TYRANNY. ALWAYS UNDER THE GUISE OF A HELPING HAND, OF SACRED SELF-SACRIFICE. AND WHEN YOU FINALLY SEE THEIR FACES IN FOCUS, MARKED BY PAIN AND TERROR AND DISGUST, YOU WRITHE IN THE SHIT-PILE OF WEAK, SPINELESS APOLOGY. WITHOUT COMFORT FROM SEMANTIC TRICKERY, YOUR CLUMSY SEARCH FOR G-D. ALONE WITH THE ALONE IN A COWARDLY OLD VOID. NO MORE HARM DONE. HANDS ARE TIED. TAKE AWAY THE MOVEMENT. TAKE AWAY THE SIGHT. TAKE AWAY DECISIONS. LEAVING ONLY THOUGHT.

I DUG A PASSAGE BENEATH YOUR FOOTPRINTS TO DRAG YOUR IMAGE TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH THERE WAS A MESSAGE THAT STILL HAD MEANING CARVED ON THE ENTRY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH STAGNANT DEPOSITS OF LOVING-KINDNESS ONTO THE VAST DISEASE OF G-D’S FORGETFULNESS WE DRILLED A TUNNEL INTO THE RIBCAGE TO DRAW ITS CONTENTS FROM THE RIND AND LEAVE FOR GOOD AT THE CENTER OF THE EARTH MOVEMENT DETECTION WITHIN THE CONSTRUCT INSTALLED FOR NO ONE WHO EXISTS OUTSIDE OUR HOME I SAW AN EXIT MY NAME IN NEON THEY URGED AGAINST IT I WENT THROUGH IT ANYWAY I TASTED DEADNESS BATHED IN MY VOMIT LOOKED AT REFLECTIONS THAT ARE FOREIGN TO ME STILL VACUUM FOR SPUTUM LIFE SENTENCE FALSEHOOD THERE’S NOT A FUCKING THING THAT YOU CAN TELL ME NOW AT THE CENTER OF THE EARTH

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