Unfoiled Carnal Existence
A million blurred eyes run rampant,
Agnostically, intentionally.
Forceful habit, hungry attire scorching the hair,
Disfiguring the calm…
I am the flatulence;
I am defiled, the bitter seed,
The sand-friction of fortune.
I am the nail screech of withdrawal,
Always harboring, harrowed, distained and despised.
I am the enemy of the state, and I will never cease to reveal the spite of your norm, of your non-persistence.
A million eyes blurred from crying…
The nothingness of their lives deter us not in our sorrow.
For I see and the sight is unfoiled, carnal existence.
4/27/2000
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