TRY, RUIN
I put all my knowing in the hands of the known
thinking things wiser would kill me in peace
the roots of my going expanding alone
where drinking sings finer to pill popping beasts
you placed all the growing in a garden so burned
a leaving built into your still lover’s teeth
the pace of your smoking so slowly relearned
our drinking spilled into the pillcrusher’s feast
oh bombs made in heaven too perfect to drop
I still think the angels are fucking with god
the mirror a creature that image resists
unmoved by the seeing of its own basilisk
kingsoftrain 
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