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When wrought pain
melts your axons
do not gasp
in protest.
Let the ice
crystals
expand &
caress your blood.
What use are your
fingers
anyway
'xcept to
imprison
all that is free?
- pouring
murdered thoughts
on paper
- shaping
the untouchable
- spreading
the thighs
of the Universe.

Do not increase
your burden,
accept & welcome
the imminence
of the explosion.
Get high
on the current
running thru your spine
and if you're lucky enough,
you won't feel
the intrusion
of the iced blood
on your overheated
core.
Then,
only then
will you know -
for a split second
before non-existence -
your centre.
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