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Drunk old man's postulation
  on the beginning of creation:
  angry fierce crude hot lover
  energy exploding forever
  we made a God who made us
  to teach His splendid Opus
  we made a heaven and hell
  and sins to count and tell.
  We all transition to death
  rage against final breath.
I think of us creating you
the backseat Mustang view
fog the windows in our heat.
Eat White Castles for a treat.
We have a name for everything.
This thing in which we exist is
called life. Like tadpoles exist in
a shallow creek swimming
among their gods.
Like fields of poppies
swim among the wind in
their own piece of heaven.
As rivers flow gently or angry
over the banks to punish those
who try to contain it.
This thing that we name.
Clock ticks
hearts beat
love decays
into retreat
always seeks
younger skin
vampire love
begins again.
I'll bring all
our dreams
when I die
no what or why.
Just pieces
of us to try
again on the
other side.
I play the game my own.
Love never breaks me.
I break my heart alone.
Always set myself free.
I tried so hard to ***.
It doesn't work now.
I almost broke my neck
seeking *** somehow.
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