Now inclined further—for he revels in exigence—is the labor of glory’s complement, paralyzed at gunpowder’s spree.
And in debt to what precipitous lucidity is the parcel unmolested, the gem free of cleavage, intention unmistaken?
Stagnant and unenviable this circumstance: the skin bathes in a pulsing, narcotic anxiety. The heart, a vertiginous snowball, commiserates in its freefall with impotent lungs, and a passive liver, and with costive entrails. The languid spirit quiet in counsel with impetuous genitals.
-Lumumba 2012
