Brick upon brick
Stack up in impressive line form
With oozing cement swiftly crystallizing
They grind on in
To 3, 4, 5 layers of elongated pulse centered skin

Stringy muscle, worn down by excessive in-take
Of overly carbon filled gasps
Push out, a force comparable to the deathly crunch
Located equally between upper and lower crocodile jaw
Yet only a pinprick of a breeze
Wheezes out of this wide open mouth

Muscles twitch, freeze, and snap
Synapses implode and swiftly ash into decay
Automatic contraction sticks and holds
Movement draws to a halt, induce mannequin form
Plasma trickles along each twisty vein
With never a chance of entering it’s goal

Brick upon brick
Press further into this immovable form
Mere inches from reaching through tissue
They can almost touch the floor
So this is the so called “weight of the world”

10/09/2009

Posted on 10/09/2009
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