You are here
Tear the membranes between cynics and
me
Bunt our entrails out on the balcony
Pluck the cat gut incessantly
Even if it makes no one listen
To what shouldn’t be
You are here
Rip the branches from this year’s Christmas
tree
Sip the sap of a dieback winter
Oh, slap a naked knee!
You are here
You have wallowed in a hurricane
So the walk on water was easy
Now you are here
And will ever be
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