i couldn't see a thing but i've been
told blind faith looks good on me. so
i didn't stop.
it was a mistake.
first i lost the ability to integrate thoughts.
my legs became jigsaw puzzles standing on edge.
shotgun pellets brushed my face clean.
this is what we do.
we conquer hostile environments and use them
for recreation.
we give our stupid names to things that we
don't understand.
we think we've won when it's not even close to over.
the mountain calls down the ninth plague.
first i lost the ability to integrate thoughts.
my legs became jigsaw puzzles standing on edge.
i guess i was part of the hubris but it's not my fault
is it?
it's not my fault,
is it?
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