we've all heard it said
evolution is a process
and progress is going on
somewhere

if it's true i don't know
i have not the knowledge
to judge
just a sinking sensation
that everything is wrong
growing more certain every
day, growing and thickening
splurging veins and hardness
like tumour or rape
and this decaying happy
set in the moment i was born
there was of course, no destiny
in it just a chance encounter
between certain fools
and a fumbling i can't reject
for how can i hate the world
and stand silent witness
unless i take at least a couple
slow and dreadful breaths
and what's worse than all this
clichéd existentialism
this nausea and hell
and trembling hands
is that we have it so easy
we can complain about the ultimate
fresh from unseweetened lattes
the price of which could have
fed a village and kept hundreds
of hearts beating
every day i sacrifice those
hearts and hands and reflective
moon-eyes just to stave off
a sinking
and to keep my own heart
beating as fast as i want it to

i wish there was no voice in my head
no selfish fuck to relate every miniscule
iota
to himself and his miserable meandering
unable to make a plan or to stick with it
unable not to hate the different for even
a minute
however liberal my politics i can't shake
the grunting caveman who wants
dried blood
underneath his
fingernails

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i have not the knowledge
to judge
just a sinking sensation
that everything is wrong
growing more certain every
day, growing and thickening
splurging veins and hardness
like tumour or rape
and this decaying happy
set in the moment i was born

Damn, that is good.

Thank you! Funny, I read back over it and I hated it. Guess we aren't the best judge of our own work. Or at least, I'm not haha.

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