Flourescence


Poison for my soul--Poison,
The weird phosphorescence of a computer screen
Glazed eyes take in pixels, they--
Radiate from under the glass and impose themselves
Glistening lids, sweating under a cool blue light
Blinking in time to the harshness of a flickering lamp
With crusted eyelashes--
Pixels giving off a blistering whiteness,
Dispersing themselves into the thick of the air
Through my body, they dissolve,
And mix and merge within me
Punctuating my breaths filtering, in-out-in
Endless vacant ventilation
Oh- to go back to the time of rivers, and the Nambian red deserts
They don't know what depression is
Ask them.

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