A Glorious RevulsionA Poem by Onoma
it moves--having thrown open
its crusty eyes, unable to see passed itself. fat enough to live off itself--another helping of world, it moves. by itself, for itself--presence first, as shamelessness wanders. a sty within, relocating to a sty within. not knowing what's not to be named of its beasthood, to preserve the absence of its beasthood. a glorious revulsion, that as soon eat the star of the wisemen--once its stomach feels uncomfortable.
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Added on May 16, 2024 Last Updated on May 16, 2024 Author
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