Hymn. No 2

Do not speak to me of loneliness until you have asked Past to take you and they do not abide.


Do not speak to me of hollowness until you have reached inside of your pulped ripe organs hoping for blossom water only to get vinegar, more cowardly lies.


Bygones cannot be bygones, when the difference between feast and famine is elitists arguing ink vs. pixels

9.07.2023