em-spiralling-ning-ing . . . 

desperationings in twirlling confoundings
fantasyings of musclar ratiocinationing
emswallowing here in bort colding Oms
of checkmating the faults we daring
swirl’n ‘round disconsolationing on
decre’n us stars anon on’n’oning
spawning   in lonely  catacombs
smugly we    just swallowing
pretending they are homes
us all up in the gnawings
who always never done
of our own deceptive
we ever spinning on
serpentining ruse
in aloning in um
us in our maws
inside an un
cheww-ing
on down
scared
in’my
just
me
‘n
n
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