Monster man, somber shadow
Wheeling up through the smoke,
Why does no one love your ghost
When everyone is anxious
To confide in you their plan,
Their happy plan, to tell you
How the world goes well with them?
Why dream of your redundant,
Permanent impermanence?
Why make you lord and villain,
Paint you into burnt corners,
Rolling eyes, flames, and blue skin?
It's your forgiveness we were.
It's your forgiveness we want.
Our small world presses its face
Into an abyss of stars,
An infant with a wet cheek
Sinking into the pillow,
Turning away and into you,
Dream. Mercy will be morning
Burning smoky blue as you.
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