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Thought's Circle of Life


I don't know how to birth or kill it
this un-ideal idea
rendered in inadequate words
My expression of possession and possessing
thoughts and feelings so intertwined
with the me that is mine
in mind and heart
which is an organ
playing a loathsome tune
in the cathedral of disbelief and disenchantment
Where some enchanted evening
I met a strangeness of self
motivating me to move from behind the keys
reach for the pipe dream
that blows smoke and ash across the landscape
rendering everything in silhouette and smog
Choking me up until
I rain down poisoned tears
that tinkle on glass blades of grass
in fetid fecund fields of
thought that circles, searching for the carrion
to rip away the putrid flesh
crack the bones, suck the marrow
Seeking to recycle death and decay
into sustenance for another day
tucking it away in bowels until
it is shat out with erotic release
entombed until it can be tilled
back into the earth
providing fertile ground
for the next crop

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