Toxic
Etched insignia entrapped by concrete
traffic circling a bastionof thought
Green baize surface neutral with bridges and doors marked around
Disconnect in access
Violence in inequality
Plaster case wrist folded in judgement on fools not to be suffered
Many heads many feet making heavy work
Marching through the stasis days
Exploring Limbo with Hell around the corner
These flesh frames contain twenty five experiences
Twenty five souls, Twenty Five TEACHERS
Knowledge seeping, flowing, pooling on the baize and filling to the ceiling
Just one of 25, of X Billion, a student without substance, closer to unknown pleasures in the interzone a dead body and soul still.
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