hot cow milk laps at the dead jug
you laugh
not hysterical
but subtle (QUACKquackQUACK)
and shuffle feet
quietly away from this place
dead and dying on fat fasting planes
of alter-reality
you know in your mindbrain that
Xarnigflox has captured your medium
and is in the restraining processes
o lo how this has happened you shall never know
but now you must
escape
excapa, as they might say
down and down
twirling down through plane
after plane after plane
of existence
until you can
grasp something
tangibly hot, like milk in a dead jug,
to pull yourself up
and create terrible strength
to fight
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