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We’re captive to vessels run aground,

and we cut our teeth in paper crowns.

Hallucinations of a higher plane

ordained by those who’ve only known Earthly constraints.

Hubris stands firm in the eyes

of its demise;

our example to reprise.

Devolving from man to God

in the space of time your pain is wrought.

Is it everything you truly thought

would give your bones their flesh?

Surely we’ve all in due time found

our graves would too be westward bound?

Seduced by the ends of time and space,

caught adrift by the steps we trace.

Self-inflicted curse

instinctively rehearsed,

bequeathed for us to disperse.

Devolving from man to God

in the space of time your pain is wrought.

Is it everything you truly thought

would give your bones their flesh?

Consume until you’re engulfed

by the absence of a hunger within your control.

Compete for eulogies most sorrowful

and pray by the end you’ve won.

Stand by the nothing you’ve done.

Stand by the nothing you’ve done.

Paradise won.

Paradise hung.

Paradise

paralyzed.