Picture butterfly in this flickering wax


Color, consistency

Fully constant all the way, until yellow

Sumo fixation bricks on a face

Perpetuate my quivering chin as I well up and turn away

Never the bilateral sensation to hold me again

And end

My substance to melt down

Leaving lone ineffectiveness and impotence

No more power, no more free will, no autonomy

One sibilant cord, floating in jelly

Existing barely

Observed and studied

Coaxed to evolve, and then fondled

Turned over and prodded, scrutinized

Until one day, to hoist the tool

Crack and spread open the shell

Regained power courses and revenge ensues

And the path presented is taken anew

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