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“My love, do you recall the object which we saw,
That fair, sweet, summer morn!
At a turn in the path a foul carcass
On a gravel strewn bed,

Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman,
Burning and dripping with poisons,
Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant way
Its belly, swollen with gases.

- A Carcass”
― Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal

“The Soul-Hole
(Note: icons in TSH do not necessarily match with formal meanings, they are decorative. There are multiple interprets–like the proverphorical layer cake. Enjoy the cuisine. Once dedicated to they who wish to stuff their pie holes on a diet of fattening sweet nothings).

The Soul–Hole

It was a soul
It had a goal��
(It had a notion–to fill its whole)
Its desire was—to fill its hle
It “dug�� wholeheartedly its soul hole 5
To fill its soul and solely occupy the whole
It tried all things to feed its hole��
All sort O�� wants stuffed it–its black h●le
The more it �� the more it famished��
Ate its soul—all the more ravished 10
It thought it best
Take More not less��
Spaded it in–the meaningless
Every shovel made
Its hle got deep twice laid�� 15
Struck it poor it did–its dirt well paid

◷ne scoop forward tw�� depths deep
Length doubles t◒◒—its emptying sØul–it keeps
On the w(h)◎le, it went whole hog,
To burrow its hole–this groundhog went agog��
Furrowed it deep—to slop its façade

The more it strode to trench its hole��
A thimbleful empty�� no (front) end load
(–Pssst! Its as if it got bit by a pire of soul��
Yea, a soulpire sucked its swhoule dry�� 25
Leaving 2wö more empty holes)
It filled but missed
It labored in bliss
Found it it—it abyssed

In dread and fearh it stoked its hole 30
With joyous tear it looped its knot whole
Broke its soil with useless toil
All–to–make it—it–assoiled
Other: “do it have a h �� le in its •ead?��?
It needs to fill its head h⌻le–like a hole in its head
(—Fill �� its h ”
― Douglas Laurent