A Hash Snap Hodgepodge

Hash snap hodgepodges manifest at earliest contemplations,

Slightest deviations; a primordial instinct, reactive to the touch.

My skin cuts open to reveal pink, reddening mush;

I can’t help but look until I find something to wrap and push,
Compression of my screaming nerves through a pinprick,

Blood levels lay flat.
Return to the earthquake of my blood’s circulation:

This is true meditation.

So say the scriptures. So says the Leader.