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Alien Cemetary
in THIS Expanse
the sheep
deal in expense
lost in the maze
of contrived density
slathered over and over
by primal greed
in all its intensity
century times century
I float here
adrift in alien cemetary
where souls go to die
long before biology
treading headstones
rubbing their shoulders
I never feel
as if these are my borders
what was that itch
that couldnt be matched
with another Spirit
why constantly detached?
ignorance is bliss
personally, i was never able to enjoy this
ancestral molecules
grasping at straws
building upon those straws Laws
to serve one cause
a sleight of hand
mutated diversion
from the TRUTH
that ALL are entitled Excursion
NONE should be served
ALL should be burdened
by self-determination
not enslavement
by culture
or amortization
not dragged down
by "civilization'
Hailed if born Tudor
Cursed if born Hatian
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