I identify with babies and lost pets

their innocence makes my haunted regret

foolish beyond bearing

I was never a friend of the World

(the Earth...yes...a beautiful if brutal planet)

but the World we've made of it? are you fuckin' kidding me?

souls and animal spirits lost

in their fleshy bodies...

I cannot stand the sorrow in it

comfort

comfort and help

in the face of the Void

and what great Ineffable Mystery

made all this and called it good...

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