vituperus an overabundance, excess; an immoderate indulgence (esp. causing disgust) 040502
Forming Mind I stood by the sounds
ringing in the doorways
in the halls, in the phones,
banging at my ears
like a one-horned band.
Like the blaring of lungs,
breathing hard and staggered.
They rise and fall,
minute man soldiers.
Smile my lips move,
be happy for your heart beats.
To be no more alive
than these breaths
streaming from my cracked lips
Like secrets escaping padded walls.
And I fall into dust.
Dust piles of being.
I am gone.
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