A low primal growl
Reverberates through
my frame
as nerves
break through the skin
Plunge
The ether
The limits of excess
Nothing to savour anymore my body is drained
We are left alone pulsating round an infection
Everything has a point of no return
Surrender unsleeping to the unfolding light
It seems to carry us through until the end
Disintegrate disconnected scenes gradually form one seething mass
Oceans of extremes of joy and pain and crashing waves
Nothing to more to savour
We are left pulsating
Surender to the light
Disintegrate through the ether
The nausea is digging in
The tide leaves but the scum
The filth of the earth
It is time to soak up
The aric wasteland
Of the psyche through the fibres
