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demobalize

demobalize

waking in a forest mid-swallow to history’s whimpering
fills me with waves of envy drunk in the mercy of grief

it never seemed the right to time to die, yet there i was
flinging rage against tree-lined walls of unbroken momentum

wanting to know where god lived so i could burn his
house down, to become sunlit ash and not sinewy ruin


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