Glucose on a self-nocturnal spin

My hair

My nails

My hair is invention of a sodomy drop

Whilst my fingertips cry for help from pagans of moon

Redness is the only colour of fire

Black and white are only invitations to soul

My nails

My pupils hanging through the nostrils of plausible vain

Itching my senses

My senses are derivative nouns of muscle glucose

Immaculate are pupils hanging on my nails

Virtual

Immersed

Vortexed

Of surplus breath