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Torn from the emptiness
a cell cries out
whimpering in error grand in truth
protesting forced existence for more existence

barren hills rise up from fallen hilltops
broken water is unfrozen in long long
streams to longer and longer oceans

where the pocket deep does not enslave
does not chafe in its mutation
glowering with light, not ready
to blow up the scarred remnants of the known world

until my body is kissed by flies
and my pecker's outline filled with sand
I reject the civilization implanted in my heart
and sip coffee from its dragon's udder