Life is unraveling
In moments
Stoplights
Quick bites
Walls seen a thousand times before
An overdose
Harsh word
Heart flutter
Keystrokes
Ordinary
Taste our bitter loneliness
Our fucked up complacency
A soul rotting necrobiome
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Children with unwiped tears
Atomic horizon speckled and on fire
Burn the fucking asphalt down to eternal toxic hell
We’ll wander below the crumbling overhang
Of everything we destroyed
Shells
Wisps
Husks
Because they destroyed us first
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She is preparing for death
Project, errand, a slow uncoiling of sorrow
Etching into her old bones
Love falls away in ashes
Let little by little through the cracks in ones fingers
Every sunset is a reminder of encroaching dark permanence
However many candles, lamps, incandescent are set out
And she is alone
Exhausted, terrified of questions that are already emphatically answered
Time is never a friend, less now more than ever
An ancestor, visiting on delicate wings of butterflies
Birds flitting small through the summer heat
Comfort fleeting
As she weeps solitary
Crystalline shores
In the embrace of your smooth swell
And deep clefts
I hide in the sand
Lose myself amongst the grains
The repetitious song of breakwater
And sea birds, skirting the horizon
A trance to lead into transition
Below, and so it is above
Porque, todo es Dios y dios
A crescendo of lights and life
They wander through dim streets
Howling like wolves
Tearing away all the covered secrets
And intimate nooks
Immortal for a moment
As he lifts
And she pulls
A dance of desire
Sweet and sticky
All down from here
Into indistinguishable
What would be
A face in the crowd
A mummer of passing life
Given too soon
Chipped tea dishes, for pleasure only
A deep sky with torn clouds at sunset
How I question and murmur
Alone in my body
Where the universe closes in
Terrifying in all its infinity
So I hold tight to your hand
Sing a song to pass the worry
Take a breath
Fill my eyes with my bounty
And continue on
A deep stirring
Shaken out from a nightmare
That we have lived
And lived over
We restlessly rise
Stretch our scars until they ache uncomfortably
Remembrance of each infliction
And how it bent and broke us
A reflection of historic wrongs in every way
We rise, and rise
For us
Live too long
Never long enough
Swirling of Dervishes
Red cloth hurricane
Leaves bereft
A small sense
Of seeking what is under
Plumbed too deep
Even there is darkness
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