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Give thanks to the unknowable prophet in time

a lone ranger walking the dirt trails at night

The words unread in the book on a shelf

and dusty old bones of a skelatons health

The nothing consumed me by the way that I write

now I'm building a boat out of ego

and deciding whats right.

Karma confounded the gods in their chairs

a throne on a mantel, a reason impaired

Whats good for the ghost, may get my goat

I sacrificed words and made flesh bleed from the throat