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Wedding Rings
The sun peers at me often
And when it doesn't
Will it wonder where I've escaped?
Those infinite explosions
Shining long distance,
And the careful reactions
Causing us to breath
Until we come back to dust,
Blame it all on the Fireball!
To hell with accountability,
It was the heat that made me
Do those evil things,
Made me slither to the pits
To soak in black blood,
In whatever you wanted me to be,
Sinking, I sat in oceans
Of hearts
racing each other
I've seen my face in connective tissue,
Tendons suspended
To float there as we wane,
Whatever is waiting
Let it wait,
Give me all those wedding rings
That were thrown away,
Sheltered in a barrel
Aged old wine
Smeltered hot metal
With gems floating inside,
To the mold it will flow,
Hollow smoking steel
Crafting the weight
Etching the taste
Of mechanical will,
I brought the barrel back home
Said a prayer of my own
And in the sun, I may rot still
