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Spaghetti knots

God is a fish and we are the bait

be sad


then in the morning

when you wake up in tears

that reflect you

you’ll have to swim

to survive

and you’ll know

that further crying

will only add to your troubles

that stop when the ceiling does


The fish jumps

away from the fishing rod

and the fisher

who can think like the fish

for he is part it

and it is not part him

for it has been caught

and he can wait


go away from the waters

onto the land

and fry the little lake

with electricity

to save on cooking costs

later on


I have found a use

for god

and that is to

give me use

and while that may be cyclic

there isn’t anything more perfect

than a line bent on itself

to no end

About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters. Follow my wordpress or my IG (@_kenkan)


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