I BELIEVE IN THE VIOLENT WAY
I receive the stupendous triumph of bouncing cemeteries.
Those done before me
Inhabiting flies thick on balloon animals.
Before me are
Monotonously sitting crowns of saliva with hot coals for knees.
On a main street littering the bushes,
I believe in what carries me far from land.
Harsh and childless.
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