Glycolysis
underneath my silhouette
it's always "liek" dusk.
i hear a marching band in the fog,
a damp echo, some dilute
nightmare.
i still exhale you.
an illuminated allegory
i will forever see.
i sense it's fundamental,
like an imperfect cell
wanning away inside;
my smoke filled lungs.
unable.
Copyright © Jake Nawn | Year Posted 2014
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