ex nihilo

Ex Nihilo Poetry
I’ve come close
to developing incurable nausea
biting the world so often
it’s starting to swarm like primordial chaos’s pulp
lingering in my mouth
it proliferates in my stomach
constant genesis out my ass
the feeling is still there
I’ve had too much of it
I need a new distraction
ex nihilo
I can invent a death
  so pristine
it returns to life
    its facet of dream.


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