Is the enema of my enemy
My friend?
What does not kill him
makes him stronger.
Are you sure,
Friedrich?
There are many types of dying.
Many hollowed husks walk the earth.
Are they stronger that they have not finally crumbled?
Is the clinging persistence of the cicada shell,
a condition to be aspired to?
Empty them out,
watch them shuffle,
strain painfully at each new disturbance,
their jerk out of synch
with the thunderclap.
Zombie irrigation.
Who is next?
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Be careful what you put inside. They might mean well when they give them to you, but are those things good for you? Just be careful, is all I’m saying. Why do you want to be emptied?
Poetry and Paranoia 