Ghostlimb Laughter
as simple as this all may seem
the doctrines and constructs work more easily
when clinging to the vestiges
of youth, or familial obligation
a search for truth, through a blurry xeroxed repetition
a bitter ruse of heavenly competition
remember everyday, when you wake up
you're the product of, flesh and blood
so don't cry, there's no hell when you die
