We all like to secretly believe
We could endure anything for eight minutes
But those neat theories cooked up
In your hermetic study or bedroom
Come apart at the seams instantly
When you imagine being on fire
Or having crows feast
Upon your eyes.
[A tip of the hat to Luke Burbank of Too Beautiful To Live, who inspired this poem by mentioning being on fire and crows pecking your eyes]
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