PLEASE DON’T TOUCH
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i had a dream last night, where i was forced to choose between two things, the heavenly and the earthly; the abstract and the concrete, the imaginary and the ordinary, the idea and the reality.
i chose the tangible one.
Wild things grow,
beneath the skin, the soil burns,
one can muster all the will,
and still be beaten brown and crumbly,
withered, dead, and drowned--
The potent smell of bad perfume.
Even from the ashes and mud,
of things of murk, slime, and shame,