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my fever is x-ed out on the floor

invisible, they hover thru me

each part helping the other get up

i'm standing in the middle

alive but this is dead center

as I see it, each part is a different color

slowing fading from green to yellow

then back to flourescent whitness again

the edges are thick

sharp, like smacking hairlip and suture sharp

a pin, and Im there, caught, as the walls rise

they are ressurected, it is an unholy miracle

some alien beast is performing this act, I feel it

my body is floating yet I feel a drooping gravity

as these black beams, forested from the ether, gather

pushing me nowhere and they are scented chemically

my mind wretches and I drink in stale air

this box was once divided now encloses as a team

a simple kid's polygon exercise

surgical in simplicity

bend's enducing banality

I dissolve, the particles fleeing in intelligent design

and somewhere far away, barely audible

is a cry for help