Reading the Bleed
Though they say to lie still, you brain can sometimes still
be a slime of what it was if you have a night start in the bore.
You might be a firework of broccoli curds, an umbrella of orange
segments opening on the screen. Your brain’s lit band
might bell like a pepper, But where be the seeds? you will ask
because the images will look like danger. A wart of garlic,
a nightmare of Brussels sprouts, an onion supernova — all of your brains
will excite in the magnetic field. On the narrow slab you will not dare
close your peach pit eyes to the banging. And then you will.
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