touch me
god
that's heaven
else i am
else-if i’m not
playing in a graveyard
with corpses
no more weakness
no more lack
the truth is

touch me god
must i admit
may i submit
the mind is only dreaming
else i am
always alone
always free

no more weakness, no
more anymore
only men
only love me
just for a bit

                 i remember a
               bird ripped apart
                  downy gore
                 my own hands
               soft, destruction
                  i was lost
                not looking up
                 sky-avoidant
                  downward
                mute as stone
                 as a means of
                  departure
           de de de depar tur ture depa 
        departure departure departure depart 
     departure depart no remember departure departure
  depart departurei sky departure departure depart departure   
  departure departblood, torn apart departure departure  
 departure depart my own, selfdeparture depart departure
  departure departi was, destruction departure departure depart
 departure departure departure departure departure departure
depart departure departure departure departure 
                  departure 
                  departure

big adventure

how? is
it? going
the watcher -
lack of progress -
looks away.
working hard
or hardly working!
at growing old
daily practice
good, and yours?
the smallest death
my big adventure

sup

hey slut
what’s the meaning

of having said that
you like that don’t

you let me know
i’m looking forward
to whom it may

concern another time

then yeah hit me
up for better or
worse i’d reconsider
what are you
into if i were
you that ship has
sailed ok maybe
later

story

open call to
empty note

turns off the living

calm, remote

my god, my father
begat, bespoke

i spat your name

it made me choke

the foiled title
the word unwrote

states: am, becoming

completes the joke

Death is kind; death does not envy; death does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Death has no fear; it does not worry; death keeps no records of wrongs; never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.

When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, darkly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.

this is golden boy

he was found cold and wet and he was very afraid of people

we took him in and fed him and gave him blankets and lots of reward systems

pretty soon his optimism spread like a virus

and now his smile, color, and height

obliterate dissent in groups

it didn't take him long to learn that life could be good

he is very friendly and kisses everyone

but mostly he loves to eat and play

he remembers nothing of his original state

he no longer even comprehends suffering

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