Rid

Oracle deliver us to the shining circle
Plug into the sick respirator
Unplug your ailing sense of wanting back into the wound
Healing when you scratch the scab; Perfect
Lap up all the empty hearts tired of pretending
Seal hibernating skin by forcing an ending
Conclusions never satisfy successive
Cuts that petrify the surface left of
Pacify, waiting with completeness
Just hope that your peace is relative
The time it takes to rid yourself of all thought