back on earth...
everything's different
though nothing has changed
poets are running out of words
to express divine turds...
those leavings that are creation
which contains within it its own destruction
back on earth
or up in the higher dimensions
nothing is different
yet everything's changed
damned if I or anyone in skin
could figure it out beyond wondering
how to play it...
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