i loathe not treading up
like an Equus with papery loads
wax and pungency
alas when
mannerism drags
customs prevail over being alright
and tantrums like bullets
i contempt
behold it meteor shower
shot dead
the bws
the sculptured homonyms
marble rocks steadfast wannabes
why the space
why the effort
why the obnoxiousness
and the air
so contaminated
lass' mich vergessen sein
ich kuemmere mich nicht daran
scattered by a non-agent
by not even air
not even nothing
why the little debris
*i need not a burial ground
nor ceremony
nor visits
lass' mich verschwunden sein
bitte
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