Cutting me out was easy.

Time just barely shifted

Into hope

With the remote slope of envy

For someone as special

As you.

I removed the happiest piece

Of your rib bone

To stick myself to,

Weaving a web

Of my gossamer ribosomes

In ribbons and rings

Around your heart,

I pulled the strings

Arousing age-old instinctual lust

So I could craft myself

Into everything you’d need

Me to be

For you.

Sweet trickery,

Feast on me,

Make it know

Full well

What you really want.

I have no reservations about

Guiding you

To the gifts you seek

So greedily.

On Tradition

Aus Gott wird man gebor'n, in Christo stirbet man. //////////////// Und in dem heil'gen Geist fängt man zu leben an.


"If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space." - anonymous




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