Endow me with your knowledge
The seed of your fruit
From the tree of your life
So that I might learn
To unlearn it

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One moment, talking, laughing
Another, lost in a poison fog
Of course death awaits
Of course of course yes
But in the meantime?

Stop.
In the meantime?
What.
And why not
Constancy
Meaning
Choice
Null, all -
    Deathly illusion

A scrap among runts
(The strong make peace)
A tantrum, to last, here.

triptych

                i dunno
                       what he’s
                     thinking
                          but he’s wrong
                     i hope   he chokes
                     ugly and cheap
                  who talks
                     like that anyway
                     and her
                     stupid trifles
           i'm     not what            they say
 shaking inside       i’m going home    earth’s peace, rusted
still outside          fuck            is a crooked crown
 a smooth steel shell   this      fought against
 atomic heart beating      look      yet gained
aching to burst              light    yet worn