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i see the future…
an excoriated and flaccid flailing sheet of scabbed skin,
blowing in the acid wind of mourning.
I see a thousand bodies in a pile in the corner,
some moving, some swelling…
i see the world in sepia tones.
dirt
brown
and deep visceral reds on occasion.
no green.
no lying bright and egotistical blues.
that is for the past.
when that frowzy hominid started the first flickering fire…
he threw a cloud over everything that moved and grew.
smoke floated over and stained the world.
here I sit...
another of those pathetic sentient beings.
weeping into my hands as I peer through fleshy oblong openings
and see what is left,
see it shrinking into the alleys of the guttural cities.
i see my own face reflected in the oily residue that clings with such strength
to the bricks of each and every bleeding ego.
all I want
is the strength to shatter those reflections.
all I want
is the bravery to brake the hardening skin, that covers and contains the core of my own animalism.
but for all its ugliness
and despite my urge to vomit my spirit in its presence,
i am part of it.
and it is, in some ways, only a reflection of me.
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