Rien que / Nihil sine...

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Ga(s)ping,

the pearly chasm

falls cracking&
crackling

into the abyss.

I wish I had that depth!

As it is, I am only

dredging -

dangling,

rattling my sinews.

Motley ribbons

flow from the

Fool's mouth:

despair

desire

decadence&

destruction.

Of course.

Condemned since childhood

by a decibelous fart -

rien que douleur

dorénavant! -

he shuffles his feet

from yellow to purple rooms.

Never allowed the

velvety blackness of

his own eyelids

he lingers on -

a mock-heroic illustration

of his sententious

sentence.

The asinine infants

point & cry

as he drags on -

the quicksand of his pain,

so beautiful when shifting,

what a treacherous landfill!

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