ALL THOSE EMPTY PIECES
I jumped from the spire and sand all
the way down to my (very religious)
death. A truly personal moment, that.
I met my maker going down, as I'd
met him going up. In a pure and
uninhibited silence. Like going to
a bank when drunk, satiated with
all that's wrong, wanting to stay
quiet so maybe no one notices
the wiry drunk taking out a
wad of money. He may have
looked over, as well, but
never said a word.
the way down to my (very religious)
death. A truly personal moment, that.
I met my maker going down, as I'd
met him going up. In a pure and
uninhibited silence. Like going to
a bank when drunk, satiated with
all that's wrong, wanting to stay
quiet so maybe no one notices
the wiry drunk taking out a
wad of money. He may have
looked over, as well, but
never said a word.
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