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Old What if I told you
our souls have been streamlined
into the same dreamline
and we could only
revert to ways of the vulture
whose culture defines
a first-come, first-attack
existence?
Must we fire systematically
and competitively
at each other?
Must we fight for lovers' attention?
It's ugly to conceive
but I do believe
that selfish retention of
external focus
will blind us away from each other.
I put myself in your shoes
and it hurt.
But I cried for you:
I felt your spirit thin
and fed it a blessing.
Now I love you
in all your deviled skin
and hardened soul.
Your cardiovascular rock
sheds dust
on your godly health.
And how it fizzles
as your cave crumbles around me
to entomb me in stone.
But for all it means,
I'll die with a chisel in hand
trying to reach your
truest home...
