relative time
relative mind
relative spine
not yours
not mine

give me space
give them place
to make up a story
not allegory
straight up and shot
through unraveled knots
unnavigable morasses
confounding the masses
like Boston’s molasses
to lasts us
a hundred years
or more

what’s it all mean
when the only real connection
is blood
and everything else
can only be described as
alien

when will it end
shall death bring some peace
can life be a piece
of something much more

only time
can relate

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