the very idea that i could be
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
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