6.14.2012

the ice is near

and
it’s all very sad

so i tell myself
(knees clutched to my chest
dying of frostbite)

looking back at this page
reading and vomiting all over
it again and again

the ultimate hypocrite
rides against the wind
carrying faint echoes of Nietzsche

and the cries of his foolish wife
in a foolish world with BOUNDARIES
and GENDERS and NATIONS

i dry-heave alone
in this endless forochel
laughing and laughing and stammering

we are evolution
i am (finally) at peace knowing
this nonsense would always be written.

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