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The fly
          buzzes
              over my bed
Spawns 
           her eggs
On a white loaf of bread
Sagging
           with the substance
                of gravy from blood
      Sagging 
                 like a breast
                    delirious on emptiness.

The fly buzzes
   from
         bathroom
                 to kitchen
      flitting on
          the garbage 
                   bin.
          Maggots
             crawl the skin
   meat red
       their white pupils
          dilating through flesh
            sinewy feasts
Of happiness.

The fly circles
    My eye
      Swatting
        The lizard of my tonue
    With a whirl
             of twirling
                      Words
I am not combative
I know when to yield
I was born with the thing in my flesh
           In my brain
                 where the larva threshes
       fragments
           of philosphies with slithering loveliness
               is now dried excrement.

I
 follow
        the fly
  spiralling
         the air
      my transfix
             impaling reason
  The sun sits
    calm, but I
     know it steams
         and hisses treason
            conspiring
  With the fly
         to bring
          me leafless 
  to a stalky season.

      I love
        the spiral
   flight,
       the buzz
         like a saw
    playing
            harmonica 
                in my ear.
              I cannot
Web it all
    The dread
      Of living
things turning dead
                    The fear
   of 
          being
   smothered by a fly
         in my bed.

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