Love is a claw
shoveling our hearts into
the incinerator.
Our souls rise up
the chimney stacks,
bodies, ash lay
behind on the floor.
The Goddess is a hologram.
There is no authority. Our
emotional machinery was grown
on an assembly line.
We have been programmed
to be hungry.
This pump and valve runs
on beautiful illusion.
Enjoy what you can
while you can
without destroying yourself
or anybody else.
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