The sweet sensation
Tingles and embraces me.
My head numbs with delicate inflation
With beautiful people all around me I see.
It itches up my nose like salt water
Burning and exfoliating the bones
And teeth lining my skull like preparing for the slaughter
And destruction of my skin...oh the moans,
Oh the screams, oh the whisper-wind.
Oh, I lie wetly in my marshy vein
Forest, shedding my layers that've skinned
From my face, my body. I needn't feel pain.
My doughy skins ages and crusts over
Like the first slushy ice of the year,
My soul sags with a light hover
Above my sunken body. I'm the Seer,
The Seer of the thicket, the old