Look Further

In the shade, in the cold, a grey pastry, a sallow dough
A giant lump of some ý/&%/ substance
Wallowing in an over-sized glass jar
Quivering, gurgling. Reminding of muddy aspic
It looks so "/)&/"ý%. It makes me feel so?)
Like a giant mite about to burst after gorging ichor
Taking *ý&()?*ý#"%& shapes. Stretching flabby limbs.
Worming out of the jar
Towards the yellow light.

Excreting a trail of milky pus through the surface rendering
Outgrowths form in no time, falling off. Tongues emerging from the orifices
Froth and drool drying up as all crumbles away.
The pus smouldering and steaming off
Looking is not seeing is not understanding is not believing is not agreeing
It looks so *%#ý()=. It swells, it grows, it expands. I think it will #ý/$L@(?.
Waiting is not longing is not hurting is not bleeding in a world trapped in a world trapped in a world. The dough's gurgle ceasing
With the yellow rays scorching it
It's throwing a crust, which cracks and unpeels, reminding of flocks of mangy dogs running downhill
The two of us can't coexist.