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we cry for forgiveness
then willingly forsake
we think that we've given
when all we do is take
we speak about peace
while we make war
we torture each other
to even the score
we reach out for heaven
and hold back our best
hoarding that treasure
to call ourselves blessed
with penalty extreme
pale faults we expose
then paint ourselves righteous
in saintly repose
then willingly forsake
we think that we've given
when all we do is take
we speak about peace
while we make war
we torture each other
to even the score
we reach out for heaven
and hold back our best
hoarding that treasure
to call ourselves blessed
with penalty extreme
pale faults we expose
then paint ourselves righteous
in saintly repose
Literature
The point of it all
The city has streets that sink into the other side of the world.
Amidst their ruins, dead calluses are slowly petrified
in the ghosts of shoe soles and former tires.
Mediums claim the echoes of former pedestrians
weeping for their dislodged joints and lost groceries
still thunder in the depths
below the stapled smiles of the mayor
that shine on every wall above the lunar imitation.
Meandering, the life crashes with weary ears
and the map just jumps off a window
as the former arrow
rips off its point,
just like
this poem written
with a prehistoric leg
ten powerless knuckles
and a fruitless voice.
Literature
cladach eachtrach
Our shadows were children
the horizon a nightlight,
my skin Vodka white
in the womb
of the Atlantic,
bioluminescence
like sparks
conducting electricity
strip wire symphony,
naked limbs paired and
easily divided
in the remainder
wading
between constants;
prenatal combination,
the tide rolling in contractions,
and like ships to harbor
it bore us to shore.
Literature
elements
if i was made of
fire, would you burn yourself to
grab onto my soul?
if all the world was
water, how long would you hold
my gaze, lungs burning?
when all we've become
is ash in the wind, will your
dust remember mine?
and when we are but
trees, gnarled deep in mud, will our
roots still intertwine?
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