What creates distance? Is our spit and spew propelling us away from no difference? Why is it that you must climb high and see everything the same for the chance to leap to your death and hope there is rebirth, instead of regression or nothingness?
What brings them to me?
But does not bring them?
Both ways I am the same
In both sight I am the same
In both ways I feel the same
But to each one I feel different
They feel the same
Blood pouring and shaping what to be brought
Recognize there is none.
Recognize why the fuck we are here
Bleed profusely as you eliminate difference
And find out it was all fucked.
A fuck is what we are
A horror is what we are
Shitting, touching and documenting a bringing together
Now can stop if it’s real
Truer than compass
A haze of static black and white path
Surrounds those who remained in hell from wonder
Worse than shaping the wind
Do we judge by this sense?
Sometimes a form strides in
And you stop speaking in hypotheticals
We all speak of others before and beyond
And all divorces from every
How could you waste your life like this?
You are wasting your life like this.
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