i am with you\
in this tempest
that you created
your mother's shade
spare me the trouble
spinster breasts
your innocent piano soul
dies madly
plotting Golgotha
so much about being lost
the zodiac speaks
and plays basketball
hiding ourselves
dismal pastiche
I have been driven madd
in the shelter
an elsewhere world
a promise of a serpentine
driving your car into the water
a very minor element
shared dissatisfaction
with the human worth
to seek and not see
to sleep until death
each tomb's stone rolled away
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