On the Margins

Out there on the margins
Like a coyote in drag
Your red-pilled resolution
Makes it all so painfully unreal

Wrapped like a body of
Skin over layers of sheaths
Turquoised self awareness
Dancing in the void

It’s not for nothing they
Say and yet the whole idea of
Presencing without substance
Remains eternal mystery to literalists

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