a chokehold onto me
straining my arteries
pumping the blood
trying to flow
straight to the heart of me
and all cessations cease.
you\'ve caught me in my old haze
just like you
tend to do
and just like I
prophesized
so ask me another time
and see if I answer you.
the mechanics of sensuality
coding my framework
so that I might have purpose
or sever my duality
between humanity and sanity.