use all six of your senses:
sludge, one, the ability to
see the undigested in a pile of man,
two, milk, you sucked it through a tatter
now bleed,
third, fire, all-consuming, you can form it
by keeping your object close to the mind's eye,
(and spin),
faux, sweat, wine of baked flesh,
let the sun throttle in from you,
five, jazz, errbody's got it!,
six, talcum, uh, chalk, it's in your bones
to grind as muscles worm down
for what governs every humor is what governs all:
the intrinsic pull of what's down,
everything moves down.