mechanism on
souls are sucked through filtered ice
colours refracted
through prism of light
gold plate lining
the tunnel of shadow

how to hate a duvet scrunched up
still warm on the laminate
body heat seeps out
warms the stale air
sneaks out the window
month or so later

gods always laughing
and His hiding place eludes
leaves us with stupid thoughts
ever thought about life
what can birds do wrong
can you still wonder

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