Cauldron born

Hallucination never dies

Cauldron born
Up to her elbows in soil and schizophrenia The dirt
has begun to breathe Cries of a phantom infant tease
and torment a dying mind Held down in profanation
Subjugation of the senses Pushing pins in her eyes
Pushing pins in her eyes She never sleeps
Hallucination never dies
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