<< Transformation >>

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Incomplete outer layer, solid.

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Melts, revives and dissolves.

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At the apex of known forms,

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I have been at this life’s edge.

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Violet crust blurred,

 

its medium of consciousness.

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No more scream,

 

no more choked with this fungus.

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Under this new act.

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Move toward me.

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Before being finished,  done.

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A real permutation,

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I stop at life’s edge.

 

 

Too real to separate.

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Recover, dully maintains.

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Creature is gone, out.

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 Tear of revulsion,

 

animal tenderness,

 

Stiff entropy.

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A annihilation of the primitive entranced,

 

my nature.

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I spring out to water and fire:

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Incarnate devour.