Octagonal biomorphism,
straight edges are for the fleas
Situational reiteration,
there is not an inside after all.
Past realities,
ghosts of the future can’t stop hallucinating.
Forensic secretes,
biology as a deity is slime green growing on shit.
Pseudo normal abnormality,
no more, no less.
Unfathomable but expressible,
the macro and micro of sublime at its most subliminal.
Irretrievable century,
cipher of sand buried under nuance.