Go That I Don’t Go

Go That I Don’t Go

GO THAT I DON’T GO

With an unreserved apologia,
I communicate to you that;
It kills me,
having it being killed.

‘Opolopo’ years’ of “agony”,
‘Opolopo’ months’ of “love”,
‘Opolopo’ weeks’ of “fun”,
‘Opolopo’ days’ of “togetherness”

Killing becomes mandatory.
That I might not be killed,
That I might not be souped,
Or be defleshed.

When death is inevitable,
Why then transmogrify what cannot?



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