letting the fungi like invisible roots
to enter my flesh, fibres, bones, and the soul
covering my mind with mildew of rottenness
this flesh inside my skull, now, freely gives
away odour displeasing to my inner nostrils, my heart
transforming my psyche to that of a restless dog
running from one day to another with the tongue out
this thorn in my head, the many dreads dwelling
inside my flesh will come out only with a sharper one
the brain boarding a bigger fear belittling my brain
by flushing content with fleshing of a grander vision
22.08.2012
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