5547. MAN SHIP

MAN SHIP

I'm tired of your family lineage and I'm tired

of your goals. We have no place to split the ranks

or place the poles for the avaricious tent we need

to share. I promise to ruin you if your put your

sleep-bag here, and I can't even stand the moment.

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You said that your father was a monk and my mother

was a saint. I'd rather think a sinner came out of both.

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If I look high and straight up into the deepening sky

I see pictures of kith and kin  -  the Gods and Lords

of something the ages have let in : there are words 

written on clouds and constellations I can read. A

light year. as humans call it, is but a small step

for me. I came to this dirt with nothing wanting

and in that sense I still be  -  aloof is a crevasse

I am jumping off from. You don't know me.

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You said your father was a monk and my

mother was a saint. I'd rather think a

sinner came out of this feint.