The tidewaters, folding in upon
Themselves
The echoes on heartbeats
Thumping loudly like a bass drum
In his head
The intense light
As the synapse in the brain
Flashes signals to the captains
Of the body
The opening of the eyes
Revealing two open crevasses
Bottomless in their own pool.
Driving out emotions,
Exiling them from the commonwealth
Of their existence,
Banning them from taking shape,
From nurturing
And bearing seed.
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