Ad Nauseum
my sorrow bears
leaves of jacaranda
purple eyes the flower,
the fear,
a dank damp cloth of night
covered my face
smothering
the lust
that quivered
a human lake
moving
a specter’s hands
stole Mercury’s face
of banality
together
the fear,
of hands
that lust
disassembled
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