Geometry

Linear spectra rotating asleep,
Rotten oblique reptiles penetrating the thick darkness of the forest.
Undulating, radioactive hair.
You're gangrene making skin drain blood.
What's in your pockets? Triangular, stabbing ...
Stink, round eyes and hollow ... death.
Dung flooding my breath to breath,
Infinite, constant spiral accelerating turbulent
Inhospitable babbling, cubic embedded moan of deep echo.
Let me scrub land in your pointy claws.
Seek the angle of your weakness and I stab mercilessly nauseating creature, that undefined point of your absolute consciousness of your inaccurate curve.
Dark and bitter pestilence, greed burp.
You acid, you poison ... You death.