white
empty
void
as pure
and devouring
as the darkness.
and
the unholy
obligatory need
to define.
to spin.
to create.
are we
not gods,
diminute?
matches?
i don’t need
no stinking matches.
give me my pen:
kool
hand
luce
is in the house.
burn
it
up,
higher.
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