Part of It
Black pits for eyes
From here, they look like tunnels
Absurdity and boredom feel good
Shiny marble heavens
With gentle souls pinned up
Spirals of gears, slow and sad
Crooked apes
Leaping around their gods
What is this mess around me?
Filthy life lifting itself up
It’d be better if this were a nightmare
But it looks like I’m awake
Teeth on teeth, rimmed with ears
I’m afraid I’ll survive
And be part of it—
Whether I want to or not.
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