Hexakosioihexakontahexaphobia

i insist on suffocating slowly still i refuse to die imposing my will to weakness avoiding applying the “why” implications are closing in, opressive my mind is open, fluid suggestive interposing meaning and form with the spoken and written letter the light source filtered through all this wreckage the squeaking moving in, opressive regressive, the way my vantage remains a disjointed unit-whole you persist, and i suffocate quickly you ask so nicely for me to die deposing my God damned will to power why do i seem to avoid the “apply”? THE SYMBOL ON MY HAND IS BURNING into the flesh, and back out from inside illuminates Prison, a chasm, a prism dividing a spectrum of impossible light we wholly refract the soma, the psyche The Panic transforms into beauty inane compulsion, obsession, redemption, addiction we know we’re alive we perpetuate pain