(2014)
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
bring me things to break myself upon till
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
the very idea that i could be
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
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