The love happening in burning
cathedrals far outranks the fierce
burning passion for death hidden within
us all. One sobering for wasted life the
other desperate for more watch the
death of a whore it's just a wasted life
struck to an animal it would be
unrecognizable as cannibalism if we put
a knife in her throat
upside down
NAKED
Run.
Play in the forests my children
and don't cry when you must go
you'll write useless symbols on them
come monday

enormous whaling vessels sailing
full force to the new world
for the whales are gone and
things
lost
meaning