because a metaphor is godless and a simile can’t create
a wasp drops into jesus.
Anything you do to my mother
you do
to my mother.
Eclipse, the painter’s toothache.
My uncle
cuts hair wants to go to space and says
Nothing ever became art that had even only
once
ruined
the hand.
Hell had already a garden.
All we see
we’ve watched.
kingsoftrain 
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