What is the product of your reality?
A broken lash of flesh?
A vacant gasp?

Grease and sweat habitate,
pull forth a broken child.
Squander a dying star.
Meager asymtopes
scrape along.

Dream of illuminated sweat,
screaming love.
Dance upon a broken star you child
of creation’s heaven!

Breath your last in freedom.

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