you dream you
entering this insect
whose prevented access
to clepsydra asylum
molds you
into an utter semaphore
that restricts the sphere
of freely exhaling agonies
from specifically marked orifices
where your time cannot fit

you dream you
rendering obscure
possibilities of phototaxy
to slowly intervene
in the behalf
of the scarcity of pain
amongst guttural human parts
opposed to contact
beyond subliminal daring

you dream you
discerning
between prosaic cadaverine inoculation
and acrobatic barrels
of rejuvenating putrescine
ever forced
into steep fraxinellian technologies

awake
it still occurs to you
that somehow
nondescript objects of rage
are blatantly peeping at you

doubleparked facedown

beneath the busy desert