The Embrace

Artist: Unknown Art Gallery @ Chelsea NYC

As the air fills with smoke,

the haze nudges my body awake.

warm sensations at a slow rumble,

morphing into hot air, 

it’s almost dirty, I say. 

each orifice pulsating, 

vile heat, dry heat 

a reptilian existence. 

The physical world tilts, 

as halting revelations crystallize,

the psyche exist in pieces of stray paper notes,

content materialize,

in starts and stops. 

all melded into the appearance of a creature, 

simply stinking, dry, and desperate. 

feverishly loving,


human being. 

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