At One With The One With The Universe

Shimmers in the Viscera to visceral me

Grave sealed

Now breathing

I love my work

I own my boss’ interest from a distance

Grave is pretty

I am wood and rock, not steel

I am air, water, fire, pain and hell can wait


I want to cook the carrot in front of me

Boil it for taunting

Eat the diabolical and spit fire

As a new-world ice-white dragon-bear

Streaked with violet war paint for mating season

Stopping for a Coke n’ toke

Inhaling seas of fresh minty air daily

Raising my head

Playing music in my radio-head

I am dead


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