(2013)
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
bring me things to break myself upon till
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
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