Monday, 2 January 2012

Fags End?


The nagging forms,
the dragging yawns,
esophageal gagging mourns
each, turbid breath-
in.
Caressing oncogenes
in unassuming odiousness and
drifting over new-born.
Tiny hands and
perfect skin,
blue-printed finger tips
will code for this;
synthesis for
a future sin?

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