For What Eye Want ( in better voids)

 


O, beautiful Life!
        What'the'fuck do you want now?

There's little left to offer, as all I did give
          to the All-in-All.

No impressive references left to
           spread the void.
 
I begged yOur pardon every day
            for eons, eons and eons and more.

I've spread yOur beauteous rapture with
             wit each fumbly,  one-finger stroke of this'ere
             space-aged device in greater confidence and
             co'operative mishap than ever before.

And now we're left wit this.
And now I'm left wit thee unbearable weight of humanities wasted drama,
Egging on the Doomsday Clock for a slight sneak'peek of tomorrow's Heaven.
Waiting godd's good accountings in setting a market(able)  rate of mortgage.

So much  impo'tant shit to take stock of, and just as much left wit this
                          Artificial spirit and faulty commodities
                                      as is needed for
                                                                       wanting


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