The Written House
The Lived-In Word
the world was a hapless wonder
wander if you want thru mcdonal's parking lot
pork a belly in the Times which People become born
In a womb in a room
Hospitals are large, parking lots, plenty of spaces
emergency drop off lanes
emptiness in your eyes
nothing is nothing
I walk the world for favors
Bleed night like god's open arms, not life nor light
I am them
Say dost thou will
The End....
4 now.
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