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There is no place like OM
Number 33, the year of severance
The year of mental reacquisition
The year of familial liberation
The year of the brutal bore
The epoch of the shadow
     sliding down the stairs
The time of the curious
     keeping their distance
The end of ends

Looking cuter in the dark
Only dead things live here
     Christ, you have known
     everything,
     so tell me of your shame

Looking at your history through me
     and surmising as i might

We dont call this hate ~
     it is a distance marker
     along the way

Teach me please
     of thy beautiful brutality,
     hidden from contemporary
     public eye

I will find solace
in this twisted solitude

Jesus i release you;
     Christ of I, of thee
     We are imbued

Why does the word ‘no’ affect people so?
     that an umbrage, however slight
     they seem to take, and opaque disappointment
     appears on the face

O poesy for this little guilt trip on this
     scarce trodden road which none else know
     beneath fair Luna’s guiding glow

So say the wolves from the darkness
of the wood:
         /Hey you, illumed, your trip
         is your own alone/
then they feast upon the echoes of my
     NO! NO! NO!

LOOK AT THE ENSNARING DREAD
OF ONES WHO WEAVE WITH REUSED THREAD

THE RAIN YOU SEE HERE
NEED NOT BE RECTIFIED

THE LIGHTER THE BLOOD
THE LESS SWEET THE MEAT
   THAT WAITS IN BLACK DISGUISE