You run, spun out and the world becomes a cacophonic carnival blur
And whether you laugh or cry it sounds like screaming
The world begins to recede like the gums of an old man
Until your skin spreads flayed across twisted fangs-
Crucified by a thought you hang asphyxiating
with your chest pressed too crushing tight against your spine.
Your heart flutters failing pulled into fractured hemispheres
by the bolts that spread your bones and drool hot rust onto the ground.
You fly, arms outstretched dying drowning in midair
under the suffocating silent drone of the sun.