em-spiralling-ning-ing . . .
desperationings in twirlling confoundings
spasmings of enthraling ratiocinationing
emswallowing here in our colding Oms
checkmating in them guises we wear’n
swirl’n ‘round disconsolationing on
declare’n us be anon phenomenon
conceiving in lonely catacombs
smugly we’re just erasing us
pretending they our homes
all in toothless gummings
who always never done
of our own deceptive
we ever whirlling on
serpentining ruse
in alone’n serries
us in our maws
birlling inside
dissolving
on down
scared
in’my
just
me
‘n
‘n
‘n
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