Alternate

I was floating up an artery

Bareback on a demon

Meant to Help me,

Shelter me,

From the

Outside.

Captivated

and in stride with

Their glaring crimson

Eyes, lighting the flow

forth and back, currently

Stacked in opposition. I saw

inside the reds and whites, such

a poison, nourishing the Cancer much

more than those freelancers floating on

and on, 'til they reach the precipitate dance,

advancing the cycle that surmounts me, surrounds

me like chains on the perpetual footprints, in snow.

I was feeling captured, but no Rapture

Could Relieve me, lest he take these Sinning

Christians away before the break of dawn. Like

Sheep they should be herded into their mother's arms

Taking their toxins to fuel the furnace within, Sources

Long lost to the Parasite Brethren. Like turkeys,

They will drown staring at the sky. The water

is the uprising they fear. In everything,

Projection Produces Paranoia. In every

Memory

Memory Lapses.