1293
17.vii.23
4.199
all gods are
for godsbother
you
only have to think them
then
they will have been
they
go as far as twinkle
some
brighter than the average star
I myself
dreamt in the conversation
and
flimsy as we go
to
bright the mist with seeing
how
the day drips down
the
bud on the stem
will
later fruit
gods
bring the bacon for an itch
but,
generally, they’re far
think
of the seed in the turd bedded down
all
that fine natural wrath
consider
the insectivorous hum
make
my ghost machine
and
that, my friends, is all gods are
you’ll
just have to take my word
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