When emerging from chlorinated water,
it is like kissing lambs before their slaughter.
We perceive their childlike innocence
to be a vile arrogance
and feel no shame for killing fiends
so we can buy some diamond rings.
Is it better, then, to taste the soft
hold of air, or else to cough
our lives out from under shoals
(that with time will press us into coals
for distant descendants to cruelly burn)
and make the sunset our eternal urn?
Should we leave womb-like oblivion
and feel the world like a burning gun?
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