poem

don’t forget to leave
 
the small yellow and red
offering on your
plate for the gods
 
the veil is beginning to lift
and crystallized thought
becomes more palpable
 
there is irony in my strength
in that i break my own teeth
 
solitude in tandem
is like a preserves and pickle factory
 
what is the difference between life and work?
 
don’t forget to leave
it all in her hands
 
don’t forget
to leave
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