breathing
in as much as possible
to stand

each painful step
screaming
the raw sensitivity
of unearned immunity
the body turns
catching so little

this undetectable existence
relentless
as virulent dichotomies
hosted within
the warm embrace
of paralysis

grasping for guidance
and physicality
each appendage awaits
a strangely organic confusion
bringing only obscurity to the fore
and obliterating any and all
sense

where the beating heart
wherefore this discomposure
given so much
expecting so little

the blood of kings
lie prostrate
in its rotting shell

Peace/Love

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