Basking in the cool, electronic vibrations
his feet dangle inches above wormwood flooring
eyes twitching in intervals of set speed
Flickers to the rhythm of the atonal, haunting
ambiance cascading from burst-twine speakers
He recounts ratios, ineluctable numerals
Gloss-rimmed arabesques glide across the theater box
of his inner eyelids; He gathers enough fortitude
for a wheezing leap into a tight-fitted right pocket
Cracks a zippo; inhales omnipresent convalescence
Off-white billows of bitterness kiss the hollowness
silently building in his living space
An army of what-could-be's and what-should-be's
construct strategies in sightless tents of impotence
Launching biological warfare at the rosy fingered slip of dawn
His eyes cease twitching in a reverse playback of synaptic tension
He tugs at some final glimpse - passes with a sneer on chapped lips
All was full of love
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