Under a midnight oasis seeking gnosis

With jaundiced stars, bloated and hopeless

Swollen cerulean cirrhosis

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I have lost my eye to the left of Orion

Venus is a sharp, bald giant

But of the pleasure she promises, I am hardly compliant

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Rain seeps like lymphatic drainage

From some soft, heavenly basin

Watery assault to ensure our salvation

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Like accepting milk from the tit of God

Mouth gaped hungrily in awe

But still reserved to believing it’s a facade from beyond

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I have gone too little with and too long without

To accept an easy comfort without doubt

Or to trust without question some ancient’s account

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Of God’s autonomic movement

Where we’re all here for his amusement

Understanding nothing till death when we all become fluent