driven underground

by torments bound

to Insect Wheel

Coffin Fly that lays

boute-selle with visions

meat and chuck,

as terrors tightening

mount & f&ck –

bull markets

peak leak heap corrupt!

Profound & deadly

with dismay.

Not stop butterflying

the escaping wind,

whose terrors subsume

a carthorse of sin –

Love – fret and staunch,

countless taunts

what so costly

raises the skin!

Not leave again

this joint under-served

as dawn still cocks

where reapers converge

dares serpent-volant

to waltz back in –

As resorts from heaven

frisson a sly boots grin.

Forlorn, and hapless?

this willful musth

circles like flies,

impotent? restless –

No – arise! now arise!

Buggy? mazed maudlin

shaken & stirred –

Not kick over the vortex?

not swallow the bird –

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