when light fades to dark
nails are swirling
in the box of my brain.
nails are swirling
in the box of my brain.
I watch in the tear of soul
virtual sequence
of disturbing pictures.
inmate pushes the surface
with his forehead
to dislodge the fury.
microbes, electric visions
regenerate
infernal mutations.
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