Remnants of Past Lives
Trapped in the Sulcus
I seek to understand
Tenuous reality at hand
Break open my skull and lick
Gray matter
Blood splatter
Like a toxic toad trip
Absorb the reality of a created deity
A mind fucked skinny dip
In a stream of time that trickles and grows
Multivenous generational flows
Uncomprehensible
To a minute vessel
Heart at wrestle
That what I am is nothing more
Than what I've ever been before
Wrapped in skin with eyes wide wailing
Lessons learned but always failing
None of this was ever planned
Yet I still seek to understand
About the Creator
Amos Glade
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