Mire/Reverie

It’s a dark cloying feeling, a clasped hand

in wet, sticky darkness feeling, one

that spins itself around you, binds

you with dull gray threads, binds you

so deep into the feeling that you cannot

twist, perceive the dull glimmer from

beneath a doorway, a bulbed-lightscape

just beyond reach, sight; the wet filters

in, clogs the brain with murky squares

of lead, fills the cavity with test-screen

monotone and motivation dies, the clay

seeps in, the skin curdles as blood leaks

out, and your two eyes, blunted moons,

wane with amnesic cloud, pall that drapes

long, low to feed moist loam fingers

Mire/Reverie

It’s a dark cloying feeling, a clasped hand

in wet, sticky darkness feeling, one

that spins itself around you, binds

you with dull gray threads, binds you

so deep into the feeling that you cannot

twist, perceive the dull glimmer from

beneath a doorway, a bulbed-lightscape

just beyond reach, sight; the wet filters

in, clogs the brain with murky squares

of lead, fills the cavity with test-screen

monotone and motivation dies, the clay

seeps in, the skin curdles as blood leaks

out, and your two eyes, blunted moons,

wane with amnesic cloud, pall that drapes

long, low to feed moist loam fingers

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