the way i decompose

gracefully sink away fungi seamlessly become undone like the virulent moss lace by the petals mold purple last pantry and gore both pap gently down the wet humus the cooling hot waste blends in well with the fungus compounded oil drools drop by drop though particulars yet non-prop -to weave us lest unwoven depleting existential plot to turn a light on dreaming halls in dark walls memory lane casts a dome of merry actors on the catwalk who come and go to describe quenching thirst perhaps in an oil painting cool liquid down begging throat filters like water over the rocks the steady hands of time clicking and my rainbow-gems glitter from each angle carrion finding its specific spectrum turbulent like vector-harmonics handing the corpse the victor a jeweled coffin in

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What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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