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looking forward to
extinction
you only get to imagine now
so make the most
the gods expire
they have use-bys
any doctrine does
we're characters
no single truth outlasts
the world it circumscribes
the limits of my language
are
pillar of salt if you turn around
it's only a matter of time
ReplyDeletetheir bones turn to oil
the trees to black salt
the stately dinosaurs
rise again as birds
couldn't we grind their bones to make our bread?
ReplyDeleteSo dom
ReplyDeletefell the go
of tomorrow