cosmic excursus
the burden of being.
hovering over
hirsute landscape,
barely landing
on pleasure. it
was poignant, the
almost. like dew.
hanging onto blades
it was a little more
than just being god; i
had the gratifying
uncertainty of
being forgotten.
hovering over
hirsute landscape,
barely landing
on pleasure. it
was poignant, the
almost. like dew.
hanging onto blades
it was a little more
than just being god; i
had the gratifying
uncertainty of
being forgotten.
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