untitled (november 2020 #3)

It grew in the air
That thing monstrous,
Buckling the door frame stylish.

It grew before retouching
The floor, and lingering unfed:
It demanded what was willed.

Those rare instances of engulfment
Especially those unforgiving, such as this,
I deem malleable, not viscous.

They are sketched out blindly like
A peddled hyperrealism.

They are sketched out blindly like
Resurrection in advance.

My post may fall,
But it does not contain the Eucharist.

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