A Nausea

The contact is in the context
The devil is in the detail
I found this
I found this deformity in conformity
I found this
I found this
A nausea that hunts me
I found this
I found this
A nausea that rewards me Time for the onslaught of tomorrow
After all their yesterdays
Taking pleasure in corrosion
The half-crazed have had their say
There is more but i don't want to type it out at the moment