cyan and magenta

Drown in as many hot baths as it takes to make
your fault lines disengage

as good as you want to feel

is as good as it gets

Thank the crevice of your forgetfulness

for the invited and uncut seraphs it spits out

at church everyone is sinning when they kneel
they lick their fingers and salivate at temptation
Blaspheme was where I landed and hope is where I’ll stay

My ankles keep time
A winding clock at arms length
Whenever I cry it chimes the hum
of the core from which I came

as good as you want to feel is as good as it gets

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