in cleansing

in effort to escape shuts my eyes  
flickering lights tries to whirl them wide
 
covering my ears from clamorous turmoil  
in loud awakening the fugue world landslides
 
to take in nothing in hunger, gnarling gut
through mine secretion, luscious what has past
 
holds breath for having surround in putrid lies
my own foul presence rushes above temple top
 
in chasm of all, feeling my soul like mimosa
touched by the slightest kiss of zephyr
 
somethings' abysmal