i am a spirit trapped in meat
my nature to transcend weighed down
by this vessel come from animals
the taste of blood still palatable on its tongue
i seek beauty to keep from rotting
the threat of decay held at bay by a quickened heartbeat
and the will to stand up against this gravity
it’s kill or be killed but i can’t swallow it
spend my time instead conjuring a dash of infinity
to temper this finite experience
something to escape the stench of excrement
even though i know ‘the best way out is always through’
to be inescapably true
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