We hear there
isn’t anything to do but be.
But that’s as
boring as a fish-less sea.
We aren’t
interested in Unity
which thwarts
our hunger for cacophony.
And so we’ll pray
for a catastrophe
to blow us up
– erupt into a new vicinity
where our
congenital insolubility
will let our
trinity
eternally
unmixably
infernally
be three..
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