end ever does it has no of which to begin the strip of flesh from which could come becoming. a second world there sits as fields of gravity betray the space which is in firmness fit betwixt, bewitched, sandwhiched within the end of which begins on ends of ends built from within the many strips of which from which could come that which undone never was but which in end could have begin begun, to rise as sun, or eyes towards skies of suns as I formed this or that. Such childish hatched like dreams of feasting babes of fear at mothering existence here for what must come of us if this, and bombs as well, are what we've built and birthed and formed as cursed as norms. or cursed as normal. (about the mother) its no wonder Frued was wrong but the impulse was deadly right? almost as though creation is something we cannot see
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end ever does
it has no of which
to begin the strip
of flesh from which
could come becoming.
a second world
there sits
as fields of gravity betray
the space which is
in firmness fit
betwixt, bewitched,
sandwhiched within
the end of which
begins on ends
of ends built from within
the many strips
of which from which
could come
that which undone
never was
but which in end
could have begin
begun, to rise
as sun, or eyes
towards skies
of suns as I
formed this
or that.
Such childish hatched
like dreams of feasting
babes of fear
at mothering existence here
for what must come of us
if this, and bombs as well,
are what we've built
and birthed and formed
as cursed as norms.
or cursed as normal.
(about the mother)
its no wonder Frued was wrong
but the impulse was deadly right?
almost as though creation is
something we cannot see
and it is trying to destroy us
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