I took an evening
A book of inquiry
Delectable
A respiry
And floated over nausea
Spit from meditation
Pushing out the crusts
And last traces
Of sensation
Set them all to running
Running to my skin
Bleeding through
What's left of my questions
Into a bowl
Of sanguine elation
I am safe
To vomit every last word
Every last organ
Every lasting pin
Placing me in space And time
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