born in the nucleus of
the Rabbit King
the poor in spirit brought warm winter soup
and lambs unto slaughter wore garlands around
their throats
and all the angels above sang light from
open wrists
but the baby just drooled on the ground
it just foamed from the mouth
like a rabid dog
it grew old as water's glow waned
and dug for treasures hidden inside its
terrifying
body
and rose higher and farther into the sky until
in the womb of a black star,
it died
crying and laughing
at the same time
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