Lorenzo Buford
Our mind
Is incubating.
Our mind
Is pregnant.
The dark worm
Is hatching its children
And its children are hungry.
So we feed it.
We vibrate to the parasite,
The worm
Wanting human form
But consuming consciousness
As it gestates.
We war.
We rape.
We become perverse.
Our sickening smile
Drips venom
Into each other's mouths.
We torture life.
We abort life.
We suffocate life.
We poison life
About us as the Parasite
Poisons us with its words
Not human words
But images, feelings,
Phantom images
As it begins to grow
Within and eating its
Way out until
It is the predator;
The empty eyed people
Walking about
Proclaiming our world
In the name of their God,
This dark worm
Whose mind we wear.
Am I, food for the Moon?
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