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The words flow through my muddy brain

Like a toxic river.

Burning obstacles with a fierce acid

That cuts through the contours

Of the bumpy roads that tangle through

My nose and eyes.

The sights stream through my crystal bulbs,

Etching images of horror and pleasure

Into the spheres that hold my sight.

My eyes are portals into the bile.

That slinks through my soul

Which is poisoned with dreams.

The books I have read sit in my stomach

Fighting for freedom over my brain

Upsetting my bowels that growl with anger

That screams to be heard.

Yet the words are muddled from these trivial things

Which I have wasted my time reading.

The smiles that have sat on the curve of my lip

Like a sign of disgust that is permanently here

That have scarred my face with tracks of joy

Yet tears have slept here all the night through

As the cupped bowl upon my face

Holds them as a child in a cradle/

The fat that sits in a lump on my heart

As a cloud covering the hardworking sun.

Blood flows through my straining veins

And fills my beautiful body with fervor and life

Like the water in the fountain

Of everlasting youth.

The pen that strikes my bare legs

Like a mark of my peace

Words sting my broken skin

With all the words ever spit at me

Like acid on my skin

Burning all the vile things away.

The veins of imagination sifting through my body

Dreaming of abstractions and architecture

Tickling my mind with scenes that never ring true

Singing of things that do not exist

That cannot be configured

With an ordinary mind.

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Says the tour guide in my brain

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Please go this way.