Shapeless,
Fearless,
Engulfing the left cerebrum.
It follows the eyes, extracting the color, down to the nose:
The senses are misread.
Fear breaks out among us all;
What will come of us next?
The strange vortex leads down
To our lungs and sits at the heart.
Our minds collapse into a hole;
The heart stops beating every second;
Our systems pour into the universe;
A distant
light
fades
By: Taylor Coen
It's Coen. Not Cohen.
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