Catalyzing My Paralysis
Conical minds are falling down my waist,
chafing my nerves like toe tufts—
that muffle, rub the walls beneath;
I’m losing them—all my hair, neurons, my glial cells;
They’re sneaky, they’re scheming—
they’re crafting my demise.
I’ve always loved Symmetry.
I’m pervaded, I’m paralyzed;
Pressing upon my wasted weight,
can I extend my expiry date?
I’m liking this state, I’d like it to catalyze.
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