Everything We Know Is Wrong
Everything we know is wrong.
Every spark is truer than fire.
Bring home your tired eyes:
A standard of domestic divinity.
This religious cascade of normalcy.
God has goggles and is passing them out, sparsely.
Keep running for them.
Get tired, then get going.
A limit is a limelight in your memory.
Fortune is like a wild savage burning in a future brain.
Your own true heart sounding insane.
Like a winged organ,
Aloft in the true essence of wonder.
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