Burn Out (and) Fade Away
Michelangelo's "Birth of Adam" My arms, and of my rib you. I long for the brief reprive where everything is sorrows joyful whisper in the dark. God I wish my voice was among those in my head, laughing and frolocking. And in the beginning there was all. And all was taken to show the creation that God was hateful, like your parents. God is an alegory for life. And I, life's judge. The warm inhabitants have nigh. We are but a cigarette burn on the foot of an infant, learning quickly what it means to move quickly and do as we're told. Even in dreams I'm wrong.
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