Tabulations Poem by George the Great VIII

Tabulations



I can see broken
Bones and bodies apart
Hearts
Between fingers and explosive beans
I cry
Nobody comes
No peace
On the real path
A human-bomb made
Displaying no names
Speculative freedom
By whom?
But a dark
Projecting toward the god-sun.

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