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[apiphile]

rituals for overcoming death

kill the goat / don’t kill the goat
     but the sun will still rise
(the damn thing rises anyway)

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peering through a crack in the lead casket of ignorance
the Italian says,
      and still, it moves.

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our footprints scatter the lunar dust
      our trash litters up a small red planet
we are choking our own air
before we can fly off elsewhere.

//

and the sun will still rise
        and still, the damn thing moves

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like a boy in the bathroom
  with a blade to his own throat
there is a limit to the damage we can do:

yes, we will choke.
kill the goat / don’t kill the goat

          the damn thing will rise
     without us.