UNSEEN entities listen
Behind our limpid pupils
a distance before our tight
fists is Fate
the labels of society burn
within my bottled voice ~
but my words burn of nomenclature
beyond these nightmare walls
upon the dark and quiet streets
i spread your trampled body
of cracked brains
the stream of acidic urine upon
the carcass burns the sidewalk
the Spirit sings
:: 01.29.2023 ::
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