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the struggle for unreality (pc)

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smoke and fluids cling to
the corners of the room;
stains our teeth
with saliva and greases
and alcohol and oil.
my complexion spreads
and regroups in strains.
a white bomb, a red river,
flushing yellow flesh away.

the ticking of the clocks
slow down,
hands once upon a time
didn't move so fluidly.
i'm bound to catch up
with my sleep one day,
just got to keep my eyes
dead closed.

the gristle of my fingers
came loose in my palm,
and my eye lids folded
to the weight of his hand.