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Jailhouse Saints - GOSS KERACEY
Sitting with my skull Propped against An old window A/C unit, I had an epiphany, And here it is: My forehead Could someday be used As a museum installation Depicting the birth And the inevitable fate Of the cosmos. Did you get that? Let me give it to you again: The sweat on my brow Is the entire universe. Just picture it. It boils up; Seemingly from nothing, It appears. Then, for what may arguably be No reason at all, It swirls and shimmers, Dances and dives, Until eventually, Some great calamity comes And wipes it all away. Let me put ...