The Extinction of Death

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A blast of time confined In the subsoil of your generic agony Denuded leaves hovering around Like the ferrying pains in obscure turmoils Of your metaphysical virtues Hereby laid bare to the suspension of feelings In a terrain of polyphonic symbiosis Kind of tetrahedronic malady surpassing you To reach for the ethnic ghetto Of discreet charms writing off the walls You already been confined From the precipice of extinct death You feel the angst of rattling bones afire Skulls of the moon, twilighting corpses, bemoaning sundries From the larger vertebra of the quinine desires As long as the length you discover through the omniscience Of your darkly metabolic nightmares As subconscious dreamings come closely true In apparitions of passing memories like in a street car The street car never stops you The street car never costly derives you As you jump off the ground To see the hourly extinction of death.