cases in your neck

hush, my seal, don't be a hitch
crush, my pill, don't ray this itch
bush, my circle, heat the ply
plush, my cycle, fry or dry.
decreasing vertigo, vertical vertigo. you've selecred your crease to cut off your  sick knees. desperation... debris. this black sound will fledge, this silk wound will be latch. plastic turmoline act, stuck, distorted and... cracked.
you casted, you rusted, you chewed the canned sea, you blocked you lasted to whisper the cree. but XeroX will open you glitches and pores and dust red bound will balance your cores. your marble quiet sores. your wasted coal doors.
oval blotesque pointed bullet in your colorless pupil will never let go. our of the forging lost cube of the straw. never so raw like a falling screech claw.
this poisonimg dip was you illusion.
final conclusion: vault in the pulse...
tiny chopped perilous lids in the veritas can lead to the vacant pain
this ideal oily bane
this tearless vein
this faint display
of the mirrors in glow
displaces my flow.
viscous symbiotic symbolic reflection, my casimgs collection, the plover, the section. thy clay log protection
all the sense of abondoned panic discord is the foggy expection... so.real and cored