an amoebae wriggles through my brain
it grows as I

sometimes feeding,
engorging

its pods reaching toward
its own inner chamber

inwardly fantastic amoeboe
sweet inertia

the channels in my head
moats where it has

encapsulated itself
my amoebae

01/05/2002

Posted on 01/05/2002
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