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Wed May 01, 2024 12:55 am
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mantra says...



the closest thing to heaven

my thoughts bleed out
like muffled sounds i didn't mean.
my flopping, wailing regurgitation crawls
out of me & into the soil where
i see you standing.

you tell me how much you need me.
it is your sole, sacred mantra.

like dew on blades of grass,
i wait for gravity to take my hand
& lead me to the ground;
a lasting reminder of the universality of love,
or humans, or the god you grew up with.
he/him
  








This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much all of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movement of small green pieces of paper, which was odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.
— Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy