...a deathly serenade...

...or perhaps I could take over from God, build a
shrine and cause hysteria with humorous
digressions of ideas related to Slyvia's Mr Tomilio,
though the Child at the library said my drawings
looked like silly billy silly's, whatever that means, I
want to vanish into the sky where I could rest in the
ocean's true home...
...smiling in the cozy casket
ignoring the calls to come back
here and sit through another
episode on the idiot box, but in a
nocturnal honey dew of splendor,
the night-time glisten of
freedom...
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