Within Arms Skeletal

It is my pleasure I said as I looked on Because I died within and climbed outside I left my name behind and saw a picture It was popularly posted on a news feed Of a man and a woman kissing in death's Embrace and I saw that he died first For his pose was rather neutral while Her skull was reaching towards his I thought of all the things that make us How it is wrapped up like these lovers How we don't pay attention and how This is how we get away with it all After all, they would call you a schizo If you acted with full awareness always Do a couple of things and get into flow Pat yourself on the shoulder and let go It's ok, it's ok they say and that There will still be time for this But there are men like Joseph Stalin Who have a stroke once their last enemy Is dead and I think back on my romance Of a woman hoping to be found in The future as a message painted in dead And I pondered a long while on where I am What can I say, my love, but for the fact That I think I see it all through a lens Of sex and that even numbers are it And that climax and ejaculation is a game Of these little numbers playing in my head? I open my mouth and I clap my teeth While planning a future I forget what I do And that I am a fool because it is this

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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