Tongue, touch, tethered torso/ a gathering man still stands
Both mentally malnourished aside intricately ripped to startling shreds all over again … Seams which beg to be bled
And he ceaselessly screams – crying out-loud voicelessly amidst this, his singularly suggested silence. Both imprisoning paradise … lost?
Seems to me to beautifully be
That the riotous noise of the nocturnal nighttime has been acting wide-awake and excitably attempting
To viciously reawaken the Face of his nightmarish dreams… …