By Richard Mather
I woke up to find
that they’d really put the man in salamander
If god wishes for a salhumander,
Then he will produce one.
It is not for man to insert himself
Between god and fish.
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His last nerve is losing its grip
On his head, a hyper-raised
Hairline. A rupture is coming.
Stomach acid in the plastic
Oesophagus, the sound
Of a paracetamol bottle
Rattling around a body bag
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!confabulations
!mythomania
,,I am thought, dreaming grotesqueries”
<after the algorithm, an outcome>
,,I am that outcome, bringer of great joy”
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