survival means more life?

I can kill you a zillion times – back, forth, back – you remain a post-taste, something unrecognizable, even more violent within the rise and fall of life. The true nerve, my creation, no other longing but circling around the oven, considering its adornments while the cake ignites.

I am god: not

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