A verse inscribed in fire and light.
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Boneless wings
Don’t fly
Empty eyes can’t read expressions or detect sarcasm
But if the whole body was one great eye
Where would the tumultuous shaking of digits come in?
I told you I would listen, but by the time you
Started speaking I was already on the other side of the room, my
Incorporeal soul fleeing the casket of my physical body like
A rat on a sinking cruise ship, and
I have debts
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I am everywhere when I glance at my Android crystal ball
But also I’m locked away in a small, rectangular canopic jar
I’d rather be a ghost, but I might need to take up shape-shifting
After seeing myself in so many electric mirrors
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Send my lungs to the loan office
Auction my blood off to pay Discover and
Donate my bones to future financial stability
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My heart, to you and yours while I pray my
Specter is still the one possessing it.
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