Spiritual Pursuits of an Atheist

 

Blue light, soft fuzz

Sit with me until your head is empty

You claim to be a prophet

I would like to believe you

and crucify you+

mother says I am an angel

knowing flight terrifies me

and this world just as much

last night in a dream

all of the animals were kept in a glass jar

this jar was mine.

I let out a fawn and led him to water

to learn that I was thirstier than he

-Apoidea Affordable

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