I don’t understand a male-projected
Religion that beastialities' women.

I do understand transposition.

I don’t understand panting over Amazons,
Unless beastiality becomes religion.

I do understand composition.

I don’t get time-brushed-aside knowledge,
Man’s time is becoming too crude to restore.

I do understand reabsorbtion.

I do understand pieces of dead-meat-selfishness,
Having lived them, personally. Like every human.

Woman and Man.

Listen baby, there’s
No way out…

Yet.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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