In suddenness, I will
write a poem for you...

Refusing to be
healed...

Stoma
opens, ejects the scream...

Overreaching for chemical signs
and word for word...

Understanding-
the sexuality...

A near cult glows/ on faces-
for harvesting peace...

No it will not work.
The amalgam of arrival...

The tall, dense, tree of life
divides the culture, ages...

Xanax in the blood
screams...

Yes it is descriptive only,
the unbearable pain of denudation...

There was obsession, to wash your
hands again and again...

A single line,
undefined, hangs...