Foolish belief in justice
makes these ravings
seem like sense
first as last and
last as first
it burns mad and intense
dead bones that rise
and join and knit
with flesh and blood
mythos of form and void
of spirit breathed
into the mud
I’m not attached to
how it started or
exactly what it means
the nature of the
hosts or harbingers
in wheel in wheel machines
yet I believe in it
just after my own
fashion
I have to trust
even for me
there’ll be a mansion
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