detached

i feel
detached
the same as
the retina
of god
floating placidly
in holy ocular jelly

my father
who aren’t
in heaven
shallow be
thy grave
a king undone
by his bastard lung
on earth
as there isn’t heaven

a part of me
apart from me
is in great
distress and yet
i blink the grit
of my dad’s ashes
whenever i
think back to
his funeral

perhaps
my detachment
stems from then
when the person
i was collided
with all of the mes
i would never be
as he blew
across
the parking lot

i remember
every single moment
of my hell
yet i will do
nearly anything
to not revisit

which leaves me
detached
the same as
the retina
of god
lost and listless
in a sea of night

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