Half sick, half fulln--not yet descended-- nthe web is woven now.nnImpaled on the loom,nthe martyr cannot win:ntangled representation of the tangled mind.nThe art is in part in the chaos.nnHalf sickn--already halfway down--nshades of inspirationndispel as illusion.nTheyre coming down:ntearing from the walls with one touch,nhitting the floor even faster.nnHalf fulln--only halfway down--nbut gaining speed,nlosing sight.nThe web is woven now:nthe artist gets one last win,nthe martyr cannot losenwhen the art is in part in the sacrifice.nnIn the beholders eyes, mine seem closed.nBut in the tangled mind, one lasting sight:nI am my own impression of myself.nn--half full, half sick and descending--n n
Decadant
Wormwood
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