Keepsakes//
What essence prevails within,
must also destroy us.
It is everywhere
but for keepsake purposes, Nowhere,
all at once.
That is what I am.
Dying,
slowly, gracefully, in
Utero, once more.
What essense prevails within us?
Today there is no light in the sky,
Forecasted shadows, on tall buildings, filled with tall people,
with short wits.
What should prevail onto their soul, but solid
Wasted time?
Where are the Gods that ail me brother?
Where did the devils run sister, if not everywhere, all at once?
Whatever’s essence within,
borrowed, poisonous,
Makes of absolutely no exception
To the arrival of the sheep
who herd internally, looking for themselves,
Or pieces of it,
Borrowed, poisonous pieces,
Loaned in debt of damnation to its cause.
Together flocking in its direction.
Together once more toward Utero,
As Particles of dirt.
Consequence of inaction.
Towards the end of Today, sweet brother,
There shone an indomitable light like no other.
This light, dear sister,
Was cascaded onto the bindings of seamless corners;
Around every edge it blinded those
with their eyes closed.
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3:02 a.m.
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