Where the ocean ends,
mirage begins. I was drinking the
sun. Who will bring water?
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To accept the uncertainty
was a mortal pain. Between life and death
there was a neutral god.
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Distances are increasing
to strip quietly. I will act when
the time comes for the demotion.
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Grey air. I will come to myself, igniting
the fire. When will be ground reality known?
Standing on the cusp of pain.
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I asked the shirtless moon,
when will you wear the cloud? What
happens when a paranoid calls the sun?
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The transgender poems
rip away the sacred day. Were you
projecting death to wait at the end of life?
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A gasping confession
of a pubescent fault.
Why did you enter the bed
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I forgot, was it me
in a body pile draped in dust,
still hot, bruised, burnt, a mad megalomaniac
starting a civil war, creating suicide bombers,
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For a patch of happiness
you rushed into the arms
of clouds. Only to fall back with tears.
The glazing authority of moon
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