16 stycznia 2021
Unhooked From Space
The cat had the feral
look. The home was
burning. Drag of
day to day dying
unceremoniously.
Nowadays the god lives outside
the temple. You don't have patience.
Some zealotry?
A siren song?
I was not in any trinity
of god, man and beast.
On the remote trail you will
find my blood-soaked footprints.
Instead of emptiness
I have filled myself with grief.
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