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At the moment

I really feel like evolving

  Like twisting skin

  Into a new use for survival

    Breaking layers with horn

    Or mourning lovers gored honest

What's the the worst 

That should happen to us

  We wake from a dream 

  Of transformation

    Into a world too much trusted

    By lost adult imagination

We swirl in stir plates

750 rpm spinning devils

  Waiting for the beginning to end

  And assume the new reign 

    Slick with pleasures 

    Calm surfaces, estranged