oh, you perceive me:
to lay bare under the strobe light
and only thunderous, my inner choir
but no times are they quiet,
even on days breezy and higher
slowly humming my stomach into twists, lowly
oh, i perceive you:
to the brim of the slits into my brain, you lay
and slowly flick my brain into the brim, you lay
& thrall me quick, i claim into the grim, you say
“come brawl me quick, tie flame onto my flame”
the fulcrum point 