Thermonuclear Shroud

A poem

Dylan Skurka
Scuzzbucket

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Photo by Olli Kilpi on Unsplash

Swim into the current,
crawl out from the clouds,
walk away from the sunset,
rise above Clout’s
thermonuclear shroud.

Stay nameless,
fuck famous.
The devil pays no mind
to the chips he can’t wage with.

~DS

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Dylan Skurka
Scuzzbucket

Just someone who likes writing about the philosophy of music and the music of philosophy.