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Here we are my fellow servants

Adjoin the grandest dance of elements

Sliding through the excrements

And grinding away to their merriment

The endless moves, beat that pulses

Drains all strength, festers ulcers

Wrought to ruin our frames contort

Ashamed to break

The Sleepless Waltz

To strings of sickness

In triplets of madness

Our limbs suspend like vicarious whores

Then fall beneath the cutting floor

And though we’re just drunk enough to ward off fatigue

Disintegrate desire – stoic frames consort

Wrought to ruin our frames contort

Afraid to break

The Sleepless Waltz