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Whose Spirit Groans?


Tired of living
In this space-trash worldview
Tired of the commercially wind burned faces
Of excess
Of want
Of comparison
Of ego
Tired of the voice
That seeks to disprove
Sacred creation
And the legitimacy of love and covenant
My bones are dying inside of me
My bones are dead
My bones have been baked
And crumble into this dumpster lanscape
Of sparkling filth

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