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Morning
I crawl crack cower
In the morning white
With my eyes lips skin
Cracked. White.
I stand dormant
While steam pervades
My self. My wall. My grime.
And thought does it matter
In this or that time
But I can't think on that now
I've got to go to work.
in the greek days
gnosticism was the bourgeoisie religion:
they were the only ones with enough time
to study mythology
which allowed them to feel justified
in trampling the peasants
underneath their feet
while all the peasants
had no time to think.
they spent day and night
scraping by just to eat
this is why christ said
"blessed are the poor in spirit"
uncorrupted by wealth
and flippancy
Enjoyed
Cool write. The shower jumpstarts a philisophical day. A question mark perhaps. ~A~
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