Born  
of a Black Mass;
Deathstar v2.0.
Set forth another
uncontrolled
   trajectory,
a pile of earth
still yearns for
a second passing.
A void that turns
me on;
a void that turns
on me,
vvhy avoid the meat
parade?
vvhy such antipathy?
Embrace dust's *******;
rotting feet look good in shoes,
just as any,
just sayin'.