you think there is the green grass.
you think there is the dying leaf.
you think there is love.
you think there is pain.
listen: the machines or aliens is
god, and also:
there is no death, innit.
nothing is permanent and yet
there is not “love” and
“not love.” there is
not “pain” and
do you hear?
how it is all the same?
it is all the same.
we should never try to get anywhere other than
where we are
where we are is in the midst of a thunder
situation, in which case not even
the Bald Man can help
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