Relativity
I don't do drugs
With nocotine burning
Caffiene steaming
Obscene dreaming
Thoughts teeming
Seeming to be alive
Although
It's all relative
Relating to the dead,
Inanimate,
Like sanscrit
Written by life
Formed in the multiple sands unborn
Torn from its singular rock
Hardened like a talon
Meant to cut, rip, imapling
Inanimate coralling
Adrift sailing.
The End
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