"We are presently seeking in faith what we shall then joyfully share in vision." -St. Augustine, Sermons
On giant paws crept the State like Death's cat
Here where the blood and rust come home to scab
A parasite, on the back of the beast's dick,
That bundles its way through the scrum of shits and grunts
Foreshortening the tissue of brilliance,
Of levity, to a hard pustular mass.
What do you need, they ask me
I am looking for a way out, I say but with stilled lips
Where are you? they ask
Inside an egg, I mutter
An egg so big? they ask
Maybe, I murmur
EWE HALVE EYE DEE
Then my guts spoke for me
URINE TROUBLE
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