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What I got

is the pure lotuslove

of seeing the first lightspray of detonated creation

even in the busted-up world they sell you

Seeing in me

as tired and overworked

as old gum

the unbearable passionmouse of infinite

stupid trashcamp joy

and hewing to that

It’s the riddle of me, baby I am

everywhere exploited exhibited exhausted

and I am still holy

It doesn’t matter

what they do to you