04-06-2026, 12:51 AM
Needless Wings
Sack over shoulder,
leaving the court
where this Function
makes sense,
I AM God
on the road;
between gods:
To not win
is my goal.
Unlike the Child
who allowed death
to whisper,
as though heaven
speaks through heaven
alone:
I take, through going,
even as I go;
odd as I stay.
Even as I stay.
Get behind me,
Santa,
Hotei of the West.
India tells the Truth.
No need to go.
Do what you want.
Sack over shoulder,
leaving the court
where this Function
makes sense,
I AM God
on the road;
between gods:
To not win
is my goal.
Unlike the Child
who allowed death
to whisper,
as though heaven
speaks through heaven
alone:
I take, through going,
even as I go;
odd as I stay.
Even as I stay.
Get behind me,
Santa,
Hotei of the West.
India tells the Truth.
No need to go.
Do what you want.