Lie-ing awake, the giant and the Valium.

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what a fucking great help this is

what a fucking great help this is

what a great help this is your fucking
life

what a fucking great help this is your
life spent amid
lions of white light and artillery

what a fucking great help this is

this is a great fucking help, what your
life spent amid
the white light of lions
men who live their lives like lightning

what a fucking great help this is your
---
the lions and white light
artillery of men and
they are finishing as fast as cannons

you're what a great heaping help
fucking men as fast as lightning this is
a poem from the white lions' light
hot artillery surrounding

what a fucking great help this is
hot artillery surrounding
violence always fell on us like newborn
spiders in a gust. never as a rain
which leaves a supply behind

is this what all the great fucking help
of our lives was about
spent amid lightning and lions
I did not choose violence nor did I
want to drink these soft waters
gathered in dark pools of white light

what a fucking great

what fucking

what fucking

I fucking remember the white tigers
and the artillery
I will spend my life thinking of violence
what help is the outfit of my desire
wet from the rain and the insects
I think I'd like to come inside now.

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