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I walk through the slush of moral grief.

The odor brings the neo-violence, along the fault line.

It plays tricks. Rattles the animal, inside you.

Like a large, black, stag beetle, you give a sermon

Eating each other, the survival instinct takes you

Moving between the spaces, you fell short of a small―

Running without legs. A perfect apparition

Law of causality was seeking answers from the

So near and so far you live together

Sky-clad, you are going to meet the nemesis,