the unreliability of foreign cabs

when every matrix of life
folds and melts into the same
making one plastic - melted
putrified mess of vision
plasticine prophecy
no one to see
to feel
to taste
or anysuch thing of terror and fear
we can take all the pain
give it to me
give it all to me
in one big slap of death
one big slash of breath
over
done
and then one step of redemption
all of them found in a ball of smiles where they dream of their deaths in little slimey deaths of conformity making it just so ok.