Abating the Incarnation of Matter

A weighted thought swallowed whole, blindly

A harrowing inhale, ceding to this disease

Flaying, scraping at each layer

A tunnelling ache

Bare and splayed, leaving only raw bone and nerve

Despite itself, through Heaven, through Hell

To stand here, to still be here

Dissolving each layer until there is

Little matter left

Dissolving each layer until there is

Little matter left

Until there's matter

Dissolving matter

Dissolving each layer until there is

Little matter left