putting it in

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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