A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
The Courtroom
Bring me the concept of being, written in the most simplistic legal terms
And I will cross out some lines, make some notes
And tell you that sentience is an illusion of the market
A class construction to disavow, viruses, paramecium, ghouls goblins and cartoon characters
Branch is unto tree and
Essence is unto mind
A soft cry in a howling wind
A ghost to you, living on in your psyche, like love, like separation, like death
And The Word is all literal
A grecian pillar of concept and material
Dirt and water and vapor
And
There is no amount of money you could pay me
To forget
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