I'm skipping meals
for better emaciation
of heavy thoughts,
for better delusion
of my conversations.
I will soon sound
quixotic,
tongue tickled
by exotic frames of reference.
Intoxicatingly hallucinogenic.
Deprivation as an expunger -
allocation of hunger,
other needs,
towards pure sensation.
Feel dependencies bleed
away...
away...
Tendencies
-softened-
sway
in the wind
of decreasingly palpable
breaths.