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words come from despair
and behind that lies terror
that must come out,
the panic that death is
the life that time will calls
its “it was.”
souls are nothing,
and man an absence,
bodies and orgasms
forgotten smells soon,
part of death’s trenchant scent.
words are born from terror
and confusion,
which is sex,
and sex is death,
which comes next
- david mclean
