the live edge over the dead core
2026-06-06
my mind feels the pressure of having to be
and i am not at the times i am not
so i ask my mind to forgive me
it says what i think it says but sometimes it turns into
m-s, a mess
amassed a great deal of fortune
but there is a catch
i'm not to enjoy it until
i take my rest
like god on a sunday.
it's easy comparing yourself to god
even easier to say we're all gods
we're not gods,
all the time.
sometimes we're petty
often lack the pretty, our tune isn't always catchy
sometimes we're killers
we're always killers
every being is a killer
light is killer of dark
object is killer of space
space is killer of existence
and i am the killer of me
an ever-growing tree
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