6. It is what it may be if it could not be what it was meant to be!!

there you go, become a fundamental dildo!
seeping into lust and her wings
here you are facing light in your night
creation

what's become of my learning - erased
the snail crawls on my back
race your mind, oppose the clocks
fall away into your capture

million clicks of a burning flame
makes you scared - push away the blame
red is black and blue is grey
survival

what's become of my pride - mixed
dissolving with sugar
vomit the angels, revolve, rotate
drink the abortion

sniff the snail crawling into your ear
tell your brain to welcome the charade
what remorse will joy repair?
realisation

the dots connect and the milk becomes opaque
seeking its kill, its orgasm
membranes commute into their host
welcoming the snail's intent
together we can run away into urns of blood soothing the brain
the pixels befriend your eye and the genie sips on success

the host permits it - the snail practises disarray of the impulse
ridiculing the absolute becomes its existence
the flakes are the most alive, uniting and growing
bare skin is religion!