By Jax NTP
neurosity is the art of perfecting control,
the gut-aching desire to witness the old moon,
surrender itself to the arms of a new one,
the very act of subjecting, a precise pocket
of time, at the speed a dandelion burns,
faster than stars smoldering away the miles.
neurosity is the hunger for destruction to create,
the interlude right before fissuring the wings
of a diaphanous emerald dragonfly, a nebulous
addiction like the constant verbal peddling
scheme — of getting dirty to make clean.
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