POEM: Out of Place, Out of Time

A little mysticism for the day…

Out of Place, Out of Time

He got the good
Look
At that beyond time and space
In that gape between death and life
An engrossing gawk
Trashing
Every proposition passable
What can
One udder
You can run
But you can’t save your hide
As glorious remains
Wear ever
You are
Out of place
Out of time

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