Anything from Catarrh by ibid.

Your majesty: Ask from me and you’ll receive. Here I am on bloody knees, take anything you want from me. Make me feel my organs where they sit inside — Any pain I will abide to see myself in fuller light. Your majesty, ask anything you need of me: I’ll hack up bile so biliously, I’ll cough catarrh catarrhally — Oh, anything to please you. The movements of your sinew spine break laws each time I lay my eyes on them in adolescent light. I can’t account, now, for these rhymes. Your majesty: I’m broken but don’t comfort me. I’ll county my limbs methodically. You are the only light I see.

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