This Large Existence
Punch a hole through a
Double-ply paper bag,
Dismember the distress and shout stale breath
Into the crooning air.
Let it out in your own move of view-
Transform into the image of a gas tank
Bobbing back-n-fro.
Eat stale cup cakes for
A fresh cause no one would understand to view.
Bleed into the bathtub,
Clear fluids of breathless vagabonds
Cleansed by a deity much higher than your own.
Suggest the surmise and don't reproach the inquisitor.
For to walk into a new block of earth requires you to tire
Tire .. tire so devoutly.
One your in front of 2 feet
Behind two eyes which program this large existence.
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