A life seen in wide-angle
is a floodlight
chewing away the collective cataracts
of ignorance
only to spit them back out
and make a stew
with the sloppy remains.
(please,
just promise you won't eat me
'til I'm dead.)
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
A life seen in wide-angle
is a floodlight
chewing away the collective cataracts
of ignorance
only to spit them back out
and make a stew
with the sloppy remains.
(please,
just promise you won't eat me
'til I'm dead.)
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