flesh

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Can stick to your ribs can hold and hide
The lice beneath the skin
The lice that travel through their own
Specially carved pathways like worms
Through the putrescent coffin-closed
Matter as the skin bulges with moving
Lumps that travel in packs and congregate
In the direst of places at the direst of
Times as sand-swept remedies cannot
Halt the coagulation of the living lice
That bury themselves beneath your skin
As they crawl around your internal
Organs as you can feel them push
Pushing debasing you from the inside
Out as your outside becomes your in
Side reflecting what you hoped was
Hidden but those lice, those damned,
Leering, lecherous lice, have brought
It back out with bursts of blood-sickening
Craters that erupt upon your wafer-thin
Coating that separates the two worlds
Of you and them but the hair-fine layer
Has been punctured by those lice, those
Damned leering, lecherous lice, and the
Protective barrier fails as you and them
Mix to become one and the ravaged
Holes of your paint-thick protection
Serve only as inlets for the procession
Of entry into you as a veritable
Menagerie seeks you as a new home
And our internal warmth invites them
To stay while you scream no but are
Helpless to stop the influx of the animal
Army under the leadership of the lice,
Those damned, leering lecherous lice,
Supped the bitter meat and consumed
The ravening hunger for lice eat so heartily
Upon the mindless matter and how can one
Concentrate on the finer points when there
Is the overwhelming capacity for gross
Mutilation in companionship with loss, the
Brutal crushing of reality so the perception
Becomes an emblem of disfiguration as
Words we cannot read say things we cannot
Say to ears that cannot hear what the lice
Already know as their digestive juices
Mercilessly devour the knowledge that is held
Within each cell that binds us and they gloat
Over us, for lice eat so heartily, that they know
They know, what we can only hope to know,
The gormful red matter cannot be understood
By those who are themselves obsessed with
Its more popular form, where mutations grow
And fester and yield to consumption the
Accumulation of unwanted waste in undesirable
Places is offset by the cauterising desire for more
In obscurity for it is vile, bloody, putrid, full of
Eternal reminders, it�s the mortal clothes we
Wear and struggle to be free of; both terrified
To leave and to stay, we leave stayed or stay
Leaving so that we do not have any control
Over our own actions as the wanton waste
Assumes omnipotence over us, and we
Meekly comply
To the denseless red matter, packed and
Tightly woven into misshapen globules of
Repressive anatomical anguish, the burdensome
Weight of meaty capitulence of skin-crawling
Epidemics sealed and signed by muscular
Matter dancing its danse macabre upon the
Bones of sensibility with the innate desire to
Hide the corruption, the institutional decomposition,
Beneath the warm-toned epidermis that is as
Subversive as they come as it is in on the big
Secret, the criminal confession that our
Stringy sinews, burning blood, violent
Veins and angry arteries share in fits of
Whispered passion as the soul is locked
Within the mortality of the human weight
Just as the heart struggles within its cage
So the mind pulsates in its limitations but
The irreversible truth remains fleeting,
Forewarned by the mere presence and
Arrangement of atoms and molecules
Cannot guard against the paradox of the
Ages for rest is discovered in such ways
But the rest is as fleeting as butterflies
That pound in your stomach for the
Inescapable presence of body only serves
To trap, to trap, to capture by underhanded
Ambush, to lock up and throw away the key
To experience solitude in the hands of
The baseful matter, to experience
Derogation at the hands of the cause of
Such spine-shattering internal reorganisations
While always knowing it is the red matter, the
Faceless, labelless, nameless, invisible red
Matter, always knowing it is the presence
That drives us onwards and downwards
As the fantasies take hold and the flea-ridden
Sepulchre of seeming-solid but sullied
Blocks reveal its awful dark secret
That forever remains just beyond
The grasp of the hand that
Clutches desperately for
It, forever unaware that
The forever answer is
Forever locked
Inside it