| Epiphany at the Symposium |
aeturnus
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swollen livers | 1 |
displaying the right-wing fantasy, | 2 |
and yellow-ish, dried parcels | 3 |
full of my latex fantasies. | 4 |
nude photos of fruit, | 5 |
bearing their whim for the cause, | 6 |
and bright-eyed children eating | 7 |
from the rain puddles, | 8 |
sipping the grains of gravel | 9 |
through their tilted straws. | 10 |
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knowledge, sweetness. refrain, | 11 |
let the liquid pour down | 12 |
wash away the blood, guilt | 13 |
and sin from your body. | 14 |
feel the g-force build and release, | 15 |
letting the tense tell you | 16 |
just when to drop off, | 17 |
to pull the rip cords and fly. | 18 |
oh! to fly, and sail, and breathe; | 19 |
i could only dream. | 20 |
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revel, bask, glorify me- | 21 |
swell me up so tight and restart, | 22 |
flashes your eyes and memory, | 23 |
drain me. things are better | 24 |
once you condition them | 25 |
and set them to your pace anyway. | 26 |
from aviena to zeta- | 27 |
you can fill in the nuances later, | 28 |
while choirs don't wait, | 29 |
and their train will set sail, | 30 |
like all things break down- | 31 |
crash me and reboot. | 32 |
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