The Generation Without a Sky

The Generation Without a Sky

My mouth is my God.
When I walk the ground

shivers. inhales.
An earthquake follows

my shrug. What else
can it be? I am

the reason.
Until the reason is

forgotten composted
by time’s indifference.

My will, I will
be the informed

of passionate debate.
Without fact I command.

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