My adipose, my leisure

In collapse I wonder
How we will revert
How our grids will overgrow with opera leaves
When we find ourselves
Back on magical time
The mottled stone, the protein pill, the breaking cough
Each moment laid naked to be sacrificed or squandered

Hey, Collapse!
Come strip my robes, Iโ€™m ready
My adipose
My leisure โ€” take โ€˜em
I am a snail asleep until I feel
The crack and pierce of my shell beneath the boot.

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