A Novelist - Lumen (The Light)

Hypodermic legions
Crawling under my skin
I'll dream of you tonight
I'll go to sleep
When paralytic patrons carry me to arrest
Pathologies
What's the answer
What's the question
I've never known
Homology
Transient signals innervate this amputee excavation
There is no soul
In this temple you speak of
Nebulous is the essence of all
Of all our existences I've asked before I'll ask again
What's the nature of this aberration
You ask why but why is not the question
Thrust into existence once more
Ancient twisted tongues of disease unfold and rearrange
To whisper to me
Thrust into existence once more
Once more I feel their teeth grip with a hiss
To whisper to me
Can you see it
Beaming brilliance
Tissues left under fingernails
Scraping the surface
As you make your way through this progression of hands
And when the tide arrives bringing you back again