Shroud My eye orbits visions Storing them In sockets Of spectral energies And lockets Of love and hate Where sex and mates Confuse each other With memories, thoughts and desires Of other lovers While we fuck with ourselves And duck to cover Images Of what we want to be Seen clearly As we could nearly Become Time Running out The genetic sum To multiply One by one Which all adds up When you think about it To Wonder Why we are here At all
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