The hourglass passes sideways
Through my esophagus
Time is horizontal like a trip wire
That’s why we can only
Ascend or descend
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I am afraid of life and death equally
Seeing as energy can neither be created nor destroyed
I suspect that contrast is a form of hypnotism
Like the revolutions of a monochromatic wheel
*
There is something sympathetic about vice
The way is slides over a wooly exterior
And extinguishes all momentary threat
Vice is patient, it exceeds abstinence in resolve
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Any step taken along a longitudinal axis
Will lead me indefensibly to addiction
My neurons have exhausted all ingenuity
They are too fastidious in their ventures
The occasional aberration does not
Expedite sobriety, recovery it seems,
Is the only true immortal
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