Is this what wanted?
Eat, bread, repeat
Populate and decease and take it all
Trade living for a living
Measure your worth in flesh and blood
I could be your contact
In a place of your design
With the grace of wounded lions
I could be your absolute
I could be your sign
I could be your written lie
All this time that I've been given I squandered in my own right
All my breath never intended to be used to change your mind
I found a weaker sense of truth to be what made sense so
I'll just stack these points of view until one gives out
I won't hold my breath.
Oh, God
I should have figured
This would be happening now
All this work
All this progress is fine
If you wanted it