lovely sauce liquid
dancing soles
lonely
tossed down to the below
underground echo of
voiceless pipes
the gutter don’t flow
in the summer I go where the mud dries
to redden my eyes
ready my soul for oblivion
shred the self to tattered bits
leave the parts I don’t need in it
piles of shit
relics
from archaic monkey tribes
who’s greed halted evolution
they believed in an answer
like us
where there is none
no solution but the question ritual psychic
inquiry
one salutation to the sun we worship
the light because it
gives us life
and sight
matter in the dark plane devoid of inhabitants
the same gods can take this gift
swiftly as it takes to blind
the naïve we return to
divination searching for
what I never had anyways and
grieving my losses
oh lovely lost spirit
I so carelessly
left aside
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