Poetry is my respite
from the abbyss
lettuce
fight, between left and right, between love and hate
unity, disunity, you, or they choose between, heaven and hell
between him and her
between destruction, and creation, the valley,
the garden, and the jungle.
the lack of delicacy, and a brute, and the tyrant death.
between war an peace,
between the sa and air, yea the earth has granted you an organism, and reprodution,
yes, no yes no, yes no
machine says goodbye
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