INTENTION
touched the woodgrain of the trough, high-end
black ice and light
filled the swirl
and screaming echoes from mouths of stricken
victims and whispers
from within the unresolved cave
the strings of meat
hang from cacophonous
holy rafters
the misdirected thoughts
are captured and pledged to devious
lugubrious use
without morals
the fevers of induced transition
less feeble
slack wanderers
that slurp for energy
or
inject seditious misery
into
random choice
the sublets
of the word
The WORD
as always
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