Fading Into Assimilation

…obliterated night of the seven seasons tickets and thickets and trains collide into the cliché of licking tongues wed to the bred moan of capitalism (grinning gothic gremlin) smile of a nurse before the coma saturates the elliptical thought of the ghost mutes trepidation (ride the crest of the adder’s riddle) infested with scales of karma flaking magic merging with the indifferent Earth (and the sky implodes anxiety) --a voice says crawl back to childhood— innocence is an oblivious death-sentence terminated without punctuation (again her) approval is a mark of degeneration (descend -ing) linked aphasia is the coded dance of night …sour taste in the heart as the mouth spouts …verbs of deeds painted like profanity …I see her riding the obelisk of risk …until the tendrils lie shivered awake by mourning nothingness thrown back within the iris of truth drowning in the colors of reason…