I will go off with her
to the badlands,
to the dirt-towns of shit and flies.

we will await transmissions there,
signals sent from a god bored + distant
yet a saviour nonetheless.

messages, all manner of squalor surrounding,
get through somehow.
I see images in the static.

one day we must wander
from this place
- so poor is our reception here -

but gaining in proximity
to eternity.

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