all liars
all clay molds
all catalysts of one another,
reacting against but with.
the same message repeated
the same synapse to cause
a thought.
the same repetition through
god hated mouths.
hate swirls from
caves with white stalactites
and they collect in a whirlwind
counterclockwise
a funnel cloud.
the room bursts and no one cares,
they laugh.
off in a lake
the surrounding area
exists in just a mind
and the bodies inhabiting?
fake.
floating on your back.
eyes never blinking
breath never inhaling or
exhaling
at a constant rate of
asphyxiation
and the tides bring you
to where god wants you.
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