i dont think i want to worship things like god, a poem

this place is crowded, my coat grim

i have left my strangers in a revolt

so i shed light on truths and understand everyone i meet

please, just sit back and seduce your self until you believe that life is still, and that it will self serve you the lush you deserve

crown a leader and minimize your daughters, save the dog

save your neighbors

just say paradox has its own terms when rules don’t apply in paradox

so take off, take flight, your robe falls off in public

and if you don’t believe

you know you have already bought into your beloved idea of the truth

listen to thoughts hassled in subconscious lies to obscure

cured to a t

i am a culture, i grow where the dead lays

as sharp as these letters, the living is sheltered as feelings aren’t now emitted

until you insist that poem work

like dagger to the world and sway waters

as bug crawl upon moss, for me

ill grow into who i need to be

where my wants are as justice as a whale, to the sea

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