Zywa
Emperor
Feelings squeeze
my stomach and belly
the soft parts
They collide and quarrel
with each other and outsiders
cry out the loudest
to the mind which is entrenched
in the skull, watching through the cracks
as an emperor
drawing frames around everything
there is, for he is the order
putting everything in a row
he determines the world
which is mine, full of people
a chaos without me
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