Disco Kill

Dragged back by the sun. A moment for the world to rebuild and a scramble to regain unconsciousness of sleep, freedom of dream. The discomfort of heat and return is impossible, the acceleration has begun. Lying here awaiting surgery, raking my sandpaper tongue over receding gums. Stomach solid with adrenaline, distraction, Starve the brain of thought and food to kill a cancerous will to survive.
       Panic is acute concentration
And through panics windows I see a thousand new things. Connections, everywhere connections. The circuits of life. And you learn and learn and learn.


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