The Very World

Forward pitch, in enthusiasm
Supposed it to have gone to scraps,
"It can burn up in the open!" came shouting

Torn apart, them and their flammable cores
There are fires now! we were told, inside
the very world! came shouts
Where at last, we might find happiness or nothing at all! came shouting

Fragments don't burn. Heaps only smoke.
In midst of fragments, bugs and turtles eat and
rug about in sharper pieces. Supposed it to be bliss, when
there was enthusiasm for affairs to take
the attractions of a country in romance.
Attractions are for children. We interlude.
Enthusiasm is impossible in the absence of God came shouting.

To be alive in the very world,
Oh to be alive is very empty

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