The slipline wipes itself off
with the dew of a hopeful morning
It's mind sits curled beneath the earth
Fingers gently grope the chest
on a playground for animals
during the dilapidation of the larvae and bacterial growth
This eye whispers desperately and shouts,
without glee
and the whole machine spins mindlessly
on perpetual motion
This dripping fat world
sprays the filthy meaty juice and plastic bags
and strangles us with information
Another timeline
and endless repetition of the same different things
So the spider crawls from inside
tickling the ear
with venomous innocence
and the nightmare of existence
prays to be a dream
and then again
becomes nothing
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