Seed

Implanted there; the squirming..
in a radical resolve.
3 feet down and fumbling;
for an air of pure smoke.

A bull in heather; crouching
unabated
gasping for an inhalant; a forbidden drawn-out toke

A bull in heather; slouching
dilapidated
gasping for an inhalant; the rose, a pure mote

And you are slowly slithering
through mask; a sinew broke

And you are slowly withering
though blast conceals the choke

A fever there; offensive
the rouge and naked stroke

 

 

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