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the Akashic vault
I met in the parking lot
two maggots fighting for Indian take out
two gladiators
primitive
their hands equipped with brass knuckles
they carved supernovas in each other's jawbones and eye sockets
souls spasm in the spectacle of incarnation
round after round
stars implode
comets camouflage their jabs and uppercuts in trails of icy Sanskrit
our universe KO'd in cosmic Nirvana
two maggots endlessly reborn
fighting for Indian take out.
two maggots fighting for Indian take out
two gladiators
primitive
their hands equipped with brass knuckles
they carved supernovas in each other's jawbones and eye sockets
souls spasm in the spectacle of incarnation
round after round
stars implode
comets camouflage their jabs and uppercuts in trails of icy Sanskrit
our universe KO'd in cosmic Nirvana
two maggots endlessly reborn
fighting for Indian take out.
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