The Great Abrahamic Recycling Program

Snow is rocks for

Sips of whiskey

Swallowed in the

Perforations

Watered down as

Hours pass and

Seasoned with decay

Tastes of peat and

Rotting meat and

Aromas of

The iron, cold, so

Sweetly musks the

Burn and dust, a

Taste, that swill, worth chasing

Drunk and stumbling

Through the cosmos

Bumping into

Knocking over

Friendly timelines

Sorry friends I'm

Not feeling well today

People tell me

It was poison

They were right but

Then again you're

Meant to know yourselves

Seeping down you

Wonder where the

Cells and mem'ries go

Firm condensing

Stinking, flaking

You are cell y'all

Are embracing

Families like

Dirt 'neath nails cling

underneath the

Crust You form the

Atmosphere of hell

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Darion H

This is great!

Thanks!