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wingless sharks
with shrinking lungs
float in the deep end
the Bad plagues my village of solitude
and erases the tangerine sunrise
the night quakes as the moon resurfaces
and i wonder if Good is afraid of the night
the investigation,
i haven't turned it in yet
(where is the evidence?)
(how did we become?)
the void within my chest
consumes the corners of my being
and i search for enlightenment
within boyish fools, but am greeted by ignorance
(just wait for Him to arrive)
i sleep in
a glorious abyss
in order to secrete myself
from the illuminated predators
my scent is shaded in
blue misery, rock music, orange soda
and locked inside the linings of their noses
lunar laced cages,
twinkling caught up in lungs,
the solar heart hasn't fallen out (yet)
the (mal)functions of the big (bang) brain
there is a story
within my (chipped) circuits
if you look at the screen,
you can and you will see:
formation, digression, dumpster sophistica
oppression, in (and out of) style americana
immigrant brain, native delirium, space consumption
reality lens, parched mangoes, raccoon warnings
apocalyptic vision, angst socrates, spiritual ignorance
confused words, long ago revolution, deportation from blue
Beginning and End, Good and Bad, loud sounds!
in bloom
