Thesis, my parade of visions
Chariots doing donuts in the light
cut away the dangles,
I am no longer attached to them
attached yet to me,
as my eyes begin to pin
Maestro Geppetto forgot to tell me that he made me out of wood
in a world of flesh-made things i did the best i could.
All the old gods are gone they keep telling me
claiming us the vaccine
Showing us the track marks….
SEE!
Lick at your wound
Discover your tongue
Making the thing not painful
But dumb
Not your fault but bearing the sum.
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