Art is junk.
Dream can't save the dying
opens to sing but freezes shut.
They took me from the white sun
and put me in the black sun.
Down here the rain falls upside down,
emotions roll between the palms.
I reached between my legs & I wallowed.
Where sunlight makes the world grow darker.
Beat the moon with oars the way I do.
The bowels shem-shaun/
It is as if nothing happened.
The feat & the subsequent refusal of the fear.
The times are never right.
The days are never right.
My heart is never right.
There is no truth to time.
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