The Boundary of Existence
Deal us a pack of cards, and we'll build a house
Leave us a legacy and we'll make ruins.
I stand upon the soul of my body
To stamp out even the dying spark ,
Retailing my love of beauty,
And buying more passion for pain...
Like the sparrow caught in a crevice-
The claw that holds it from falling
Is the one that's tearing away at its life.
Searching new pictures to define a new abrasion-
The love that refuses to loathe,
Festers to contain a mindless universe
In a burning, scalding, oozing wound-
The epicenter of sensation
And the boundary of existence.
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