disengage
at the point
of the plateau's rage
unencumbered mountains of heat
shut down the sage before it turns into a weed
before touched incomplete, incompetent
gratified impotence
over stimulation alarmed heightened
sense fiending over indulgence
Yellow minutes
television, speed my radiate incision
cut me like an open wound
closed beneath the southern noon
atmospheric timebomb lost
feed the appetite at all cost
you're trapped inside of your
lost piece of soul when there's noone to confide in
at least I have you, seeker of the truth
you seek it through and through.
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