walk to my fattened face,
and speak to me like rain.
let words flow in my mouth,
to circle in a crippled vein.
my ears have heard a hawk,
fall from the broken sky.
diseased from shinning sea,
dripping from an evil eye.
no seed spilled on the path,
as a sacrifice of my joy.
so which god’s will be done,
who drowns beside the koi.
dominate the callused slave,
that weeps within my heart.
at the edge of broken hate,
a humanistic soiled art.
my belly rolls in smoke,
i’m convicted on the run.
i confess to swallowing,
under shade of a salty sun.
my hands were not harnessed,
to the pony i ride away.
to simple was the raven’s song,
to ever make me stay.
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