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  • Writer's pictureFauze Hassen

not cool anymore

rats mice


take a guess.

Heidegger nonetheless

the smell lingers,

a pair of dead eyes face my mortality

ants crawl out of natural holes

ants crawl into ant-made holes

and so they eat the flesh,

the ghosts of primitive darkness

days have passed

since you confronted

the silence of God,

the mutiny, voiceless waves

which echoed

through chambers of time

mirrored thoughts

of yesterday

you ain't cool anymore


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