i once saw the face of god in the stars
which grinned as it opened its mouth wide
and its dust cloaked the earth
and its light drummed upon the ground
as it strummed the weary lyre
in its hands.
stars
More by ender
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face
my face is a cage
and the doves inside are suffocating
in a pile of their own shit
my arms are broken wings
and their featherless forms are useless
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house
in the mud,
in the dirt,
in the silt,
in the pores of the earth,
with the worms,
the moles,
the bugs,
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life, probably
what is the meaning of it all, anywho?
is it part of some grand scheme, some astral plot
to make us whole again
some day far from now?
perhaps, on the contrary, there is nothing;
are we born simply to exist?
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