THEN the sky was torn by a heart
made of rock — the weather everywhere
became sour like a bad date /i grabbed
my heart and art and fled  \ like
the violent skies OF AN ASTEROID
if we kiss violence then i am the one
with no soul : i am for-
ever the fallen between a cosmic crack
of angels rebelling against the creator
of awesome might.  NO REGRET.  No memory
after you and me die.  if he wants.
      sometimes eternity needs to pause
for everything dad wants/they want\never
wanted everything we have…
    and i am so happy the skies are so
violent because violence begets violence
and i am pissed against God!  Love is
forever?  Read the last page of post-mortem
     We get what we want.

:: 08.06.2020 ::

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