nietzsche

this animal
ache
will penetrate
the stars
not stopping to lick clouds
or envelope sky
the animal
claw
will tear through solar flares
sparks of sun and moon ink
dripping in falls
of fur and oil spills

shooting bullets of WARship
whizzing past my eardrums
(they beat to a pattern of capitalism)
this animal
will bite
through its cage
of sugar thighs
and
fleshy petals...
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