I sit here my mouth agape
thinking about the wonder that is the modern ape
could it be that we have slithered up to the evolutionary road
to become the modern wonder that is the heartsick throne
I twitch
I salivate
I seizure in the mist of forgotten heartaches and love's first kiss
We are not so different
you and I
We whisper to each other
and long for the days when we knew only our mothers.
This is it
this is the end
may you harbor sweet dreams
and find god at life's end.
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