Torrid tales of that which lies beneath
Flesh-bound darkness with nary a voice
The cancer kills with such efficiency
Silently waging a lengthy pathway
Whereupon destruction or extinction
Extremes agreed, but the choice only one
For what of the undamaged tissue
Imprisoned under the ganglion tree
Such as life; foregone inconclusively
Should it be surrendered without champion
Left surrounded with an ever-closing aura
The unjust cruelty of these tangled roots
Sinews pulling as of only to tighten
Synapses jumping as if escaping
But only to be returned by connectivity
Those repetitive mechanical abnormalities
Feigning hydraulic motion mastery
Yet like the great beasts of wheeled steam
Lie without an avenue to escape
The hardened lines of a fixed pathway
And once lost…no consumed by the void
Become an addition to the darkness
Growing appears in the adjacencies
And without accurate measure or swell
Becomes something without fair check
Accelerating in silent symphonies
Tendrils making launch for untouched sites
A spreading smear of emptiness
Massive but without any self-sustenance
Consuming and collecting and controlling
Until the balance has finally shifted
Symptomatic whisperings of totality
Revelation only when the stage is high
A chance, when chances are but minimal
Consumption nearly completed
Now the agony of a beginning ending
Eroding and encompassing
And always with the silent whispering
Death near your shoulder
Darkness in your ear…
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