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Your Body, Actually
for HC
There is only so much content at hand
and life has become very straightforward.
One option unfolds another: touch me and die.
Reassuring as a sinkhole, totally.
Seasons come on as a sausage restaurant,
hopeful, with all its blinding trinkets
and inherited imagery. No other replies needed.
We are living in a post-sacred age, so it's official,
nothing is sacred. It's official: leather pyjamas.
Go away, thoroughly, where winds have worn
deserts to a whistle, rocks shaped to a gesture.
How many rugs were pulled from under us?
And will we know a burning platform among
all this interference, this life of soft graft.
Your Body, Actually
for HC
There is only so much content at hand
and life has become very straightforward.
One option unfolds another: touch me and die.
Reassuring as a sinkhole, totally.
Seasons come on as a sausage restaurant,
hopeful, with all its blinding trinkets
and inherited imagery. No other replies needed.
We are living in a post-sacred age, so it's official,
nothing is sacred. It's official: leather pyjamas.
Go away, thoroughly, where winds have worn
deserts to a whistle, rocks shaped to a gesture.
How many rugs were pulled from under us?
And will we know a burning platform among
all this interference, this life of soft graft.
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