Second tunnel
A tongue in
exile
On a relaxed
and fashionable
mind
well kept under
a hat of automatic
flesh
cut this multiverse
in thirty pieces,
make another
ancient file-
walk like
you don’t care.
A tongue exile
Speak inert words
of revenge.
Gather anger within
the large smile.
Accept that you
are cliché,
let others
bother -
they tell you a lot
of things.
Third tunnel,
this train is old
the trip
is
long
Funny and Funest,
they meet
along.
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