The Ninth Hour

The Poetry of Umi Jinn

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I ought to write (a soulless thought)
but what about? (inauthenticity)
whom for? whom to? (humbug, disconnect)
thematically consistent? (compensatory tedium)
too trite, perhaps? (profound dissonance)
not again (no tree, it is said)
fuck this (can grow to heaven)
fuck thoughts (unless its roots)
fuck everything (reach down to hell)

(happy maddening, little one)