La petite mort
I cut away the
greenery
Cleared the town
into sight
Sat in my one room
Watching beheading
videos
Eating battery
chicken
Betting on bust to
win.
You are just a good
girl
Looking good
I am just a bloke
Doing what my
friends do.
Stars are falling
from the sky tonight
Meteorite, space
talk shite
Alpha Centauri,
Special Relativity
The quarks in my
mind
Dancing at Light
Speed
Enchant this eternal instant.
I touched her face
for a chance at bliss
for a chance at bliss
Then there was a Big Bang
As though of perfect
Symmetry we collide
Symmetrical angel
Orgasm distorts Time
There is Youth Again
In the little death
where stars collide
Somebody was born into the room and cried
Have you seen the Multiverse outside
And everybody said, hey man, have you seen the Multiverse outside
we huddled around the idea, akin to fire
bearing words
Somebody was born into the room and cried
Have you seen the Multiverse outside
And everybody said, hey man, have you seen the Multiverse outside
we huddled around the idea, akin to fire
bearing words
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