My stomach's sure a wreck these days.
I can hardly digest any substances.
Maybe it's nerves, maybe it's the answer, or maybe
I'm half God cancer.
Wandering in bramble, petrified as shit to stop reading looks, I
Concentrate instead on working life twice.
Sea turtles I meet off the coast of Kauai freshen their essence
Despite my novelty.
My suit's here to pleasure the tail I waste.
New measurements of the individual are freed to chase.
And come morning, eyes will petrify and glitter.
Steamed cauliflower for dinner, cremated tastes whither.
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