Sweetness

In the air combined with nothing; the fragrance of
money perfected by the injected alien interference
celebrity, cerebral human deficiency, greed,
survival of the most privileged unsatisfied obedience.

Oh, family, may you have more than anyone else,
for mere survival is for the weak and god wants
prominence, inheritance, discrimination and pain;
he'll rain upon you for days with the acid you've given him.

Earth mother nothing, omnipresent father everything
in the infinite space and lack-there-of of everything,
nothing, nothing to do with stories told, untold,
something to do with being completely lost

and lying

in what should remain unknown.

Confusion is sincere. Fear is unjust power.

11/03/2007

Posted on 11/03/2007
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