for Franz
Your hair and fingernails keep growing
The heart is last to decompose
There is the sensory deprivation
The integration of isolation
When you achieve room temperature
It's like you're not even there
And when you realize
your hunger
so all consuming
is but a chemical
flash in the brain
providing a weak
after image of
your identity
At least know
we have a choice
We can either
dry up or drown
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