Tune

seductive octave
crawling hastily in gay
‘wards the rhythm hatred creates

tongues dance to its tune,
lyrics, complexities prune
hyper sensitive imbue

sculpted flesh from fright,
made sense of the tasteless lines,
chewing the cud : sighs

combusting pressure
mocking the offshoot’s treasure:
song stalking seizures.
19:09:30:05:55

Published by Zuxiān

A sperm that was sown, Which for years has grown: Now, growing as a clone.

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