Death Instinct

an intuition

to grasp at by the very tips

to the bare bones

of our very own fingertips

during the fleeting hours

between night and day

and the fleeting tides

when nothing happens

like gravity

stretches pretty lights

we grasp at moments

of pretty lights

until it kills us. . .

until this, thing

   that drives us

through our own instincts

unto the very end of us

for all those here after us

to keep on keepin' on

or die trying

like a tradition

if we have to

call it, evolution

praise "jesus"

  says... this doesn't make sense.

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