Viscera, deletion , loss of memory, loss in general,
Fibers of neon transmitting light waves translating pressure pain
The top of the mountain, usurped by the eagle, killing with buckshot avoiding the talon
Intestine is perfect, when out in the open, completely transparent pain
The right hand is broken issued in silence, burrowing maggots eating necrosis
Reborn in the liquid pruning of neon into a mainframe something like brain
still The painting unsettles depicting the future the canvas is broken the wood has torn through
the shade is unvaried, the black is completeness, the body is weightless pain

Ascension etcetera the form looks like human, the parts look like veins
expert in blood flow expert in feeling the touch looks like human pain
Screams of the infant drowned in the transfer the styx is so pleasant, to wade in lost soul
The feeling of slipping, the uncertain balance, the question of realness, penetrates goal
At peace with the answer, the lack of blue language, the neon is freeform, there’s chaos in being
The real contradiction is the physical body, the choice of the self in a self thats not free
the viscera, foreshortened, loss of meaning, loss in general
Ethereal body, attempts at a vibrance, the colorless aura, pain