lodged in the abyss where a spine used to creak
behind a caged nest of tongues trying to pump blood
to carry back in buckets to their arid mouths
is a river of acid, a liquid spider doing an arabesque
until it disappears into rotting bones
that feared the oblivion they knew
more than the oblivion they couldn't explain away
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