Without a Universe
Sunday, July 10, 2016
Beautiful Destruction
Juiced and pumped,
Filled with extras.
Focus is fogged, clogged.
Smile for two.
What's real, what's true.
Squint to see, be me.
I know it so grand.
I can see
beautiful destruction.
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