i will reenter the subspace
nocturnal tunnel digging
rodent eyes and teeth
getting closer to the center
scraping my way to the womb
my room
tomb
all the same center of place
i refute atheism
i chew on organ keys
and rotate on a bed of vegetation
it’s all unfolding out from us
center/sentience/creation
colliding rhythms of bass beats
chewing scraping escaping
subterranean
the characters all mostly the same
collected small circles on the top
networks of bodies connected thru space
and memory
indifference falsely estimated as cool
a turn here:
the trick
interior inverse
i want to stand in a white space
free from the objects i have
accumulated
blankness
i heave a deep breath
of relief
that it’s finally all gone
nirvana
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