Detach my eyes from their calluses
Like full grown fingers for my mind
My fifth heart beats stronger than the other four combined
I sink and drown, down below ground
With restless submergence
No more light & no more sound
Writhe and furrow
Escape entrance from the cold below
Wait for moments without minutes
Breathe deeper
Weighted
Slow
Sifting through the dirt
Pooling shadows further from the oxygenic snow
I find a home here
Buried farther
Numbing my own conscience
Shattered mirrors reflect my soul
Alone & just beginning
I see no colors anymore
Alive far from the living
In the vacuum, senses dull
I brace myself as gravity lets go
And erase all memory of everything I've known
When it rains I'll be a stranger to the ways of sunlit glow
While further down my underground will surge and swell and flow
Eventually
I'll forget me
My eyes, just two more finger tips I use to count my nose
My teeth are tiny instruments to calculate the cold
My brain is full of washing fluid
My skin is moss and mold
My five hearts beat below your feet
Frozen below you while you sleep
Forever silent
Slowly creeping
Down










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ar·ti·fice (är'tə-fĭs) n.
1. an artful or crafty expedient; a stratagem.
2. subtle but base deception; trickery.
3. cleverness or skill; ingenuity.
i refuse to conform to nonconformity.
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