Slow for a Field

Slow for a field,


take five of an unfixated stare.
I bean the bat
for a ballroom dressed fireball of a spiritual vexation.
What burns after that is left for the smell of the sting.  


Isn't it the question before the change,
or isn't it the change before the final rest in the restroom?


Did she know she'd expire?
The drink and pills taking effect,
no way to stop the ultimate transformation.


Careless
breaths
lowering
in
number...


T-minus the sum of leftover breathing moments.
Cardless structure inside the belly of the leviathan;
reading tarot for the accumulation of meaningless events.  
Sequential spikes in the climate give no further futures.  


Time freeze all tiny tines.
Ethereal addition of sapling sine.










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