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Many times
foregone and hanging
listless in the treading wake of a thousand and one
making that which somehow comes
of teeming and somehow
coming and becoming
looking at things dead on I'd say were gone
black and poignant and pertinent to the moment
little did we count on the interloper
of that which is
and of what order did we in soft and ambient tones originate?
succulent and virulent
agonized yet not paying one bit of attention or focused thought
on those who exist on notions not of what can be placed
on the plateaus of complacency
and mocked as normal
I've tried and tried and discovered one who may surpass all
living, dead, and still in putrid grayness
twisting in the shimmering, stabbing injection
