To GMP

An ex-centric heaven:
without words
a silent miracle
of human flesh

Where my heart was tricked
out of a state of disrepair
jump-started from the dead;

Where my brain quivers
like Jello-brand gelatin
tortured by a child;

Where I can not hear
the distant thunder of waves crashing
washing up whales that wished to die;

It is too silent to band a drum
It is much too quiet for me to explode;

Of human flesh
a silent miracle
without words
an ex-centric heaven

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