Quick and ruthless poetry. Great writing.
Who are you?
Who am I?
A swelling, cataclysmic ride
Pulsating, gyrating
Bend and contract
Pushing and pulling
Ever more in abstract
Who do we resemble?
Who are we now?
From the pale moon shadows,
Bleeding the cow
I can’t even fathom
The perfect One here
But I am just covered
And smothered by smear.
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