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three thousand
the days pass so quickly,
resolutions so fickle
and there is something old, very old, inside me
that spits on it all
the lecherous gluttony and
sick indulgence, stuffing soft, pink bellies
full to bursting
built into that, a stopping point
the shining stretch of flesh, hesitant,
untested, afraid to try
energy must exist in equal balance,
and the beast takes
yawning cavernous hunger,
a need never satiated, swallowing the world.
hurting, hunting,
it does not forget – it does not want to forget.
content in its loathing, superior in a void.
hating and hating.
but it forgets itself
fed by another hand, before it learned to take.
hurt by another's mouth, before it learned to snap
someone else's creation, it is not itself
it is residue,
it is fear
the days pass so quickly,
without reprieve, in delay
i walk alongside them,
and the beast always stays.