Drooling Maniac: History.198: Work Zombie: seasons (sea suns?) last within a breath

Here is some funky poetry mixed with some dark design for ya. I wrote this after going through a tour of the historical Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia during one of our summer vacations.

Humor, Horror, and Heavy Metal: what little there is to do (due?) to while away the time and sensations give life to unborn imagine but still, so still if only THEY had seen car-ESSing me to sleep through my pulsing dreamscape seasons (sea suns?) laSt within a breath... Yet my own lungs fill with little left of air and the open mouth needs so little 2feed and the sign reads NO ENTRY

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what little there is to do (due?)
to while away the time

and sensations give life
to unborn imagine
but still, so still

if only THEY had seen
car-ESSing me to sleep
through my pulsing dreamscape

seasons (sea suns?) laSt
within a breath...

Yet my own lungs fill
with little left of air
and the open mouth
needs so little 2feed

and the sign reads
NO ENTRY