feed ME:eAT me
esoteric uncertainty-
a fading
elusive
Black
beckons,
but
my II hand radar
seems not to
want to
lo-cate.
for I have eaten
enough (.)
of the same
different curry.
ssdd/
sdds/
dssd.
he is a spoon-fed
feeding on
II hand perspectives
of possible
abstract realities.
feeding on
your/
my
mindscape
so that
he slowly eats
you/
me
a
w
a
y
.
the greedy bastard,
no better
than the ones
he criticizes,
wants
more.
more.
more.
more mindscape
to perpetuate
his feeding grounds
to keep
his
system going
heart beating:
to stay alive
so that
he can continue
feeding
on
your/
my mindscape/
while
you/
i/
feed on him-
our
mutual
symbiotic
cannibalistic
orgy
simultaneously
creating/
eating/
itself
to perpetuate
(its) existence.
my
II hand radar- ever searching
for
more
s h i f ts
to newer
meatier
feeding grounds
where
I find
my people-
the
cannibalistic
spoon-fed
- red lipped,
mutilated,
wild-glaze-eyed
salivating pigs
eating//
feeding//
themselves/
each other/;
crawling, wide-eyed
towards me,
"welcome!
join us
in this holy act
decreed by
Whoever-You-Like.
human nature : give and take.
come, join us"-
their
dead
decadent
sweet
hypnotic voices
tug at my hand
beckoning me,
urging me…
he smiles,
takes in
the
sweet
fragrant
beauty
staring him
in his wide-wild-eye.
he smiles,
not at them
but at me:
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