I'm too concerned with nature, we are men, our minds make up most of our lives, a weapon or a barrier, a sort of container, to contain ghosts and demons, take a picture, a reflection, of your spirit, does the demon have horns, is he arrogant, when all is right, they can be gods, but within the jungle, they struggle to survive, grow fangs, they bite, no extraneous thoughts, no concern for desire or fire, they hunt, they feast, roaming hungry beasts, next meal, no need for refinement, follow the road, pay the price, migrate, outrun the hunters, you’ll never make it, give up your life, food for the next generation, a salmon who mated, satisfaction found, meteor, we’re just ghosts, death for everyone…

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