Killing Me

arkansas

In this world there are infinite moments
Being captured in the digital sap
That, in time will become ambered events
We’re all but vermin, eventu’lly trapped

In this photograph, our weaknesses stare
Or look away at the checkered floor tiles
Avoiding thoughts, about whether we care
As we wander our last precious few miles

Look down, look away, close your eyes, or stare
Directly or side-eyed: to the future.
The closer to the bottom that you are
The closer to death you will be sutured

Please forgive me for staring at Yahweh
Ogun, Shivah, Jesus & Allah

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