Doing God

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I wish, I were, I was impotent

While going around the skies

Finding a lost god

I wouldn’t rape its gravitation into a fallen equilibrium

I dream

Aroused, I ramble like a thug

Poking some random starry saw dust

Frothing the milky way, yogurtless

Drooling into some blackhole

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