that always was.
To the body made
for pornogaphy of obedience
dying in a raucous neon womb.
Be calmed by the electric sneer.
Lie down within the frozen waves.
Abominate yourself before
your distant masters
and abominate yourself again.
Strum your compliant instrument
before the fetid king
yank the whirlpool's lever
for your hologram rebellion
and your orgasm's sterile fate
renting paid disintegration
prison's nest of plastic flowers
an echoless smear.
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