there’s no god here
only a large placenta
filled with salted water and mud
limbs reaching for air
squeezing the sere nipples of love
tearing the earth as they move

slow monsters of hate
looming from shelters
praying on our fear

incarne un papillon sauvage et vis ta vie
loin de mes Anges aux ailes bleues
there are some new things from time to time
I wonder if they could tell us

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