POEM: The Subject of Awe Subjects

Live larger, then life…

The Subject of Awe Subjects

When you pluck the I
From reality
What does won get
Barren realty
A life less frame of mine
Freedom less
Strangely fore bidden
In deter minimism
Leaving soully the walking dread
Subject to cynicism
Vanely ruled by nothing at awe
An ironic weigh too holy caste out
That being whatnot hierarchical
Frayed of wear ever egos
As kin dread spirits
Leaving us
With unsparingly evolved sects
In fated competition
Dog eat dog
Or even amor backwards
God eat god
The largesse subject of awe
Touched and untouchable
In habiting such shadow
Of an I for an I
And plenty of tooth to be found
Strewn a bout
Our self maid boxing wrings
Peering at all of hour rivals
And other
Toothless subjects
Still
Left to entertain
If there is amor
Then this

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