Termite Virus

Termite Virus

Barbed wire rub, he’s
myriad miles long.
I’m midway. He’s an
attachment. An injury.
My blight. Scribble 
ghoul, flame when 
he strikes. Ample eyes.
I can’t trust much.
Unknown quantity succumbed 
trees. Unknown quantity
clinging. I’m among them,
a pebble dodging moss.
Show my snowglobe,
an old TV, white static.
You can hear that.
Thinking, thinking, increasing
nightmare. Wet now. Ocean
left and right. Spin roulette.
His casino. My heartbeat
lightning like a hummingbird's 
wings. Stomach roller coaster 
derailment. I fear that this
may continue eternally.  

Fig Tree

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