Thursday, April 23, 2015


What is this poison?
In the belly, in the soul,
This malaise pasted bloody
atop perception:
An overlay of agony.
Inartful thought and action
Propagates through perception,
Permeates consciousness;
Nearly kills the being,
Rendering it something other,
Nearly monstrous.
Pain radiates into the soul,
An un-cured malady
Of desirable resentment
Residing deep beneath;
Barely glimpsed,
for all its ubiquity.

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