If this maple syrup exists
Then millions of ghost particles are passing through it
What is my body engulfing
When I lay down in osmosis
That facilitates the passage of time

That hungry creature it is
Causes my entire self to shutter
With a tingly mysterious delight

That afternoon delight
Peels my skeleton
Like a ravenous miniature king
With cubicle teeth
Curled business tie
Watery bulging eyes
Pinned back with needles

It sings to me like a sexy little shaman
That swivels its hips
With metal bars shoved through its unbleeding cheeks


I have discovered the grandest me





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