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POETRY <word’s magic spell>

[ MATHEMATICS ]

Black hallways, darkness, fingers reaching

into the night, vibrations of lives

once lived, on this very spot

a great city once stood, a child was once born

to be misunderstood

a slave was torn into pieces

of broken dreams and sufferance

and now the pain is reacting, a chemical imbalance

between life and death

a stale breath, over my shoulder

breathes

I feel the tingle and as the past life breathes

I feel the sucking

empty greyness, a soulless wisp

of silky air

is torn between the reality and the corruption

and the jokes and the lies

and the sex and love

and drugs and birth

and death

and it’s all gone still

New life in death

new souls once lived here,

Only to decay and disappear

and become fractions of the mathematics

that hold themselves within the universe

that holds the mathematics

that kill the universe

and blackout the blinding sun

Implosion

the deadliest plan

we can’t understand, swallowing poison

to identify ourselves in the moonlight

as the moon crashes

into your head

into the rotting earth’s core

through the blackness

through the tunnels of time

to spew forth into Zion

or is this Insanity?

could it be that for some reason

this world

is begging

to fall to pieces?

Feed, oh great virus

feed and be fed

-Boosta

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