The factory, For a slow death Kills in every touch, And gear The over easy, Justification For our hunger.
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A Family of Masks.
Expression goes unnoticed, Under plaster masks As a voice inside a lotus, Hovers right below The very best of our […]
Her Metereological Highness.
A whisper thorough, And through And of the layered air, A Moisture here, And A Moisture there A cloud A […]
I was not.
I would pay someone else to be a better me, To give it all that I could be But every […]
How it feels to be looked at.
Do you see the alien, That I am Or the person, That I fake.
To Evaporate.
The people here, Have gone on Without Me.
The Seer.
I told them of it long and longer ago, How she would die How again the future turned, On the […]
A Very Paranoid Mars.
The call of the humans, To find alien life Has reached my atmosphere, And touched my soil As Time is […]
You Have Not Met Me Yet.
Without limits, With nothing Stopping me, How is it that I do not know, How To be.
We Immortals.
And I told her, There was always Forever and a Sunset.
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