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Crown of Creation

Filling each hour
with seconds
and the undefinable sounds
of neighbors,
I hear my bodily functions bubble
and crackle,
crowding me
with the gush of hormones
and the steady flow of blood,
the building-up of urine
and defecation
and the repeated need
to ejaculate

Helplessly listening,
I watch the minutes wriggle
like maggots,
this tower of meat shrouded
in its close fit of skin,
outworn and befreckled,
inlets and outlets
disgusting necessities

God laboriously raises itself,
hauls itself across the mountain ranges,
slumping back into the conifer belt,
wasted and senile, overcome by remorse,
eaten by gnats, bitten by ants

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Publicerad 2020-07-17 12:21

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