seizure –

convulsing on the floor

sparks flying from

my mouth piercing

my tongue smoke

and burnt flesh

flaking from my temple

i seize and desist

palefaced and Sure

my mind

gone haywire with electrical

discharge spasms of pain

wracking

my form i stand

frozen

in harmony with despair, my

concise

suffering stilled in a bursting

chaos

of intention my brain underscored by

heat

and intention -- What

kind of

Man is this that would Sing

through pain

to achieve a beautiful High

of Stretched

vowels Parading in circus grounds

an iron limp distending

the loss suffered

upon Arrival? -- I am

an unemployed

barker heaving out Syllables

pure and round

under a blue Sky looking to

my

reflection under

a starry Night --

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