Oh, my rendered heart
Stop aching with such a ticking
constant voice of your own
I have to live now
People rely on me
Besides, if it changed
it never was, after all
I keep tripping on all of these
esoteric compartments
I never should have opened
Fuck if I can close them now
Take away the arena, fill the
basement with cement, then you can forget
(You are so smart, I swear)
You can forget what was and pretend it was not
Shaving it all away in layers
Until circuits and signs and psyche
and faith are useless and rattling
The cosmos and all of its
dreams
books
kismet
happenstance
synchronicity
Can kiss my altered ass
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