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Bakelite Man
I'm a bakelite man.
I was born in a lab in a tin can.
Flakes of synthetic flesh
snow-float in my space
particles of inedible wax poison
to block me
to infuse into my being
to acrete and grow
into a toxic mess that you consume
the mess in your blood
tiny barbs
alien chips,
poisonous,
black.
Swim.
Swim, forever,
in this dream.
Forever.
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