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Parade
We are the shaken
like the buildings
whose hearts reflect high
in the mirrors
And in this mortalized society
we created in our private bed
where no one knew
what turn to take
what words to say
we fell by the wayside
but on opposite sides
When I wanted nothing more
than a skimpy touch
or an intent eye
you gave me a heckle
and a foolish pride
We are warriors in this world
and a little touch of heaven
We have seen what love is
and we have broken down mountains
A spear, a glass
a commentater in a dark alley
and we have been all these
and nothing stopped us
Tradition has gotten me.
You spin a valid revolution
but it's an understatement
for who you are
Although happy and blind
your shoes crawled up to your knees
And so the summer ends
and as it shakes off its final leaves
we listen to the shuffle of feet
at this tired parade
and break.
This is a great piece, a suberb introduction to something used with intricate words, most of which have deeper meanings smiling from underneath them. I always liked that the most about your writing. In one single line, you can tell the reader five different things, it's just up to them which meaning they derive. Whether you mean to do that or not, it's there.
I hope you kick up a dust of inspiration, and keep this kind of thing going.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.