So Real from Glorious Insignificance by Gripper Lee 3

The sky is up, the earth is down
The woman on the train is waving again
She’s moving away but she’s getting nearer
As the world spins they get younger
And so grows the hunger
For falsehoods and fallacies
Dreams of the mystical beast
On which they hope to feast

The traps are laid, the long knives unsheathed
They don’t realise that they are already bequeathed
They are wearing their death masks
But didn’t realise that they were cast
As they lay in death’s imitation
Deal sealed by the Wormy Mother aberration.

Lugubrious wormy lips
whispered lovingly in their ears
Unconscious luxurious anticipation
There was nothing else to fear
They were her chosen ones
And their time had come

To be drawn down to the Wormy Mother’s side
Down to the depths of her moist earth,
Aching, ripe for re-birth
In random, inexplicable
Profound inconsequential ways
Unctuous, fecund, rapturous haze

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