Mercurial Cancer

The upward spiral to a rhetorical question becomes DNA, its pressure spikes our interior, pooling blood fills our eyes still gazing out across the flatlined horizon sienna clouds are visible now float behind chartreuse moon, riddled with cogitation, its dreams pivotal dark, I scour indigent sky trying to fill the void of deaths continuum. Multidimensional plateaus concusss and rattle, pitched veins explode, screaming, intertwined with ruptured organs throbbing bone pushing against the swell of natural formaldehyde, naked lymphocyte imploded strains of cytotoxic assasins, Trypan blue sings our demise the protocal for vital staining failed in the light of an imagined sun, dreaming as the trickle of poison gestates longing, a suspension of life, an illusion of detection, sorrow's conclusion runs, tears cannot escape from eyes so dry, sight a mutation, a visual memory unhinged and declined as to fade completely. In the petals of pressed sunflowers, the weight of the cadaver speaks yellow as the rooks peck out its eyes. We take flight in spite of attempts at extermination, burn through charcoal shadows, interrupt the exterior world of phenomenal reality. The climate of chaos serves the steel fish well, the churn of its concrete irrationality provides an environment of perfect austerity, thot becomes an inexorable stone with which to grind away the tyranny of the object. Authenticity, the serpentine embrace of the eternal now, seethes with undulations of potency- we rise like tantrums of cloud, in the epidemic of the hour, irrepressible, ebullient, alive.