Terminal Crush

Dual cones of vision sweep
The circumstance of action speed
You sense a world is happening
Chewing holes in your decisioning
Oversee your excavation
Tools for sleeping without waking
The arbor labor union roster
A barren seed a field of feeding
Pockets of erosion aching
Something in my ear is clicking
Something near my hip is twitching
The end is near is normally easy
To the tune of rational reasoning
We're born to suck off our extremities
With lazy quickness and efficiency
Our hands we shake
Swollen with pills
Skin friction apocalyptish
All sure things bad weather music
Waiting for the stink of warning
Friends for life lost in language
Ejaculate in zero gravity
Maybe spread a message awkwardly
Get happily married, blow your head off
Tow the line, donate your time
To purposeless decay
If you examine your perimeter
Scrutinize your periphery
And it all checks out A.O.K
In dissimilar delusions say