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Hexakosioi hexakonta hexaphobia

Updated on February 15, 2011

i insist on suffocating slowly
still
     i refuse to die
     imposing my will to weakness
     avoiding applying the "why"

implications are closing in, opressive
my mind is open, fluid
suggestive
interposing meaning and form with
     the spoken and written letter

the light source filtered through all this
            wreckage
  the squeaking moving in, opressive
  regressive, the way my vantage remains
 a disjointed unit-whole

you persist, and i suffocate quickly
you ask so nicely for me to die
deposing my God damned will to power
why do i seem to avoid the "apply"?

THE SYMBOL ON MY HAND IS BURNING

    into the flesh, and back out from inside
illuminates Prison, a chasm, a prism
dividing a spectrum of impossible light

we wholly refract the soma, the psyche
The Panic transforms into beauty inane
 compulsion, obsession, redemption, addiction
 we know we're alive    
                      we perpetuate pain  

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