god flew through my coffee this morning;
an intellectual crow entered my apartment,
and it guzzled a sip of the holy brew
me? i didn't take notice, just took notes
a blind writer who seeks the extraordinary,
distracted by a strayed quest for himself
left eye red, the right one black, wolfishly
a tribe of suicidals shattered my eye sight
they were dancing in trance
they were singing in kid's voices:
"we forgotten who we are; our skins crumbling
we don't want to live inside your body; no!
we won't be your voice anymore; we be leaving
golemland is our destination, shelter of letters"
then, the tribe of suicidals left, depriving me of words
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 12:03 PM UTC
god flew through my coffee this morning;
an intellectual crow entered my apartment,
and it guzzled a sip of the holy brew
me? i didn't take notice, just took notes
a blind writer who seeks the extraordinary,
distracted by a strayed quest for himself
left eye red, the right one black, wolfishly
a tribe of suicidals shattered my eye sight
they were dancing in trance
they were singing in kid's voices:
"we forgotten who we are; our skins crumbling
we don't want to live inside your body; no!
we won't be your voice anymore; we be leaving
golemland is our destination, shelter of letters"
then, the tribe of suicidals left, depriving me of words
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