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i feel like Jesus
days before his
breakdown
slipslide
paydirt
bedrock
nailbed distillation
olive trees birthed
relics of tulips, burlesque
lilting heads
while the twelve slept
a jury mast
no thought
speech
sound
interminable
a vociferous silence
of one heart beating
met with distorted
choleric
indifference
it is this quest i detest
on muddied knees
yet beg of you, Gethsamane
absolute reincarnation to appease
immaculate
anxiety
i stumble with you
palms to Earth
head first
towards evanescence