Base ground

Are we all breathing old air?
Decay inside out?
Corrupt smell of old corpse, sun high in the prime evil sky.

Heat welts on the spine of the gaze we are fixated on
Rotten fruit of the stagnant age

Rest comes in waves of composting maze

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