apes built shapes and space
to kill gods,
but they can't breathe it.
heaven is a name past sky and space,
past heaven.

there's no compass to decipher clouds.

I look at anyone,
and they speak with a dust I can't decode.

like breaking horses with silver spoons
and wild west
molotov laser waitresses.
subconscious and I will never get along.
too substantive,
we love in cunning ways.

Aaron Eliad

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