AnonymousAphasia

Nameless, faceless plague, Thickly seeping into a cracked vessel, Imbibing every cirrus, every eager breath. The sludge trudges, The Black contracts, bereaved, The verdant grid, relieved The sluggish spell begins to quell Ardor, Now only a whimper on fragile lips Nameless, faceless plague Swelling in congruence with every slower swipe Maneuvering the psychic climate Into Barrenness. The Black is marvelously alluring, She charms only genuine energies, vexes them. She works against the Organic propulsion Whose effort honors boundless proliferation Nameless, faceless plague Abiding in once animate ducts (shrinking and vascular) Clogging and