Tuesday 5/30/2017 12:33:00 AM

the edge of the world comes and goes. thirsty predators straving on too much meat.

the truth comes in doses. the various medicines of shame. curing nothing.

the rain whispers. the crippled poetry of famished hunters. whose baskets of blood remain heavy long after the meal's been taken.

it's not time that counts. it's everything else.

the end of the world came and went. no one noticed. it hurts. it should. that's how it heals.

all the jigsaw pieces. all the broken images. bits of the disease to fortify our immnity.

and there we were. turning left again. going places. that don't exist.

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