eye
come out the other side
of my own darkest a-hole
and
find
my old-born self
is saturated in Satre's own animal filth
eye
realise
eye've always been inside its broken cafe bench
eye recognise its bilious dirt
in the amazing naked cats roaming under the silver moon
and
the
armless birds walking like dinosaurs
on the flat
noon lawns
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