Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Will
Empty pages
And vacant stares,
All complete with
The throb of penitence,
Their direction at me.
I give them nothing,
I can feel the
World drilling holes
Into my soul and
Making me an additional
Ineffectual invalid.
When I vomit
My knowledge upon
The blankest of stares and pages,
I will have fed a
Thousand souls,
Still ravenous for me
To give them more
And I will.
I will.
March 16, 2008
And vacant stares,
All complete with
The throb of penitence,
Their direction at me.
I give them nothing,
I can feel the
World drilling holes
Into my soul and
Making me an additional
Ineffectual invalid.
When I vomit
My knowledge upon
The blankest of stares and pages,
I will have fed a
Thousand souls,
Still ravenous for me
To give them more
And I will.
I will.
March 16, 2008
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