Amid swirling
color
inhale
intoxication
I float
From
one spine
to next
brushing
lightly
each vertebrae
Buzzing hungrily
a honey bee
in a field of
florid flowers
wild
Butterflies
bursting chrysalis
cracking
under my itching
pulsating skin
Until no other
option but
to
Fall
penitent in
rue-full
renunciation
of the lit,
of the flat
of the bloodless
screen
flashing endless
rotted fast food
leavings
processed
regurgitated
soul
less
I reclaim the
irreplaceable
feast
of
Book
and
whirl
in satiated
wonder
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