about my human condition
does it have a cure
can i hook myself on drips and wires
and medicate this mortal coil
this affliction i'm coming down with
which makes me ill with sickening ease
as it slips through cracks and cuts
in my skin to taint
the fragile infrastructure within
the raw flesh of feeling
sits heavy on my tongue
speak to me from the embers
the spark that's chained me up
these bleached bones at your feet
is my part in you
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