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Leaf-Like Tendencies
Caught up on a sharp whisper
Heard it soil the air
We make shadow puppets in the corner
we call it secrets
Dreaming as school girls do
Riding on that whimper of a hope
and realize that the whole world was bluffing
and laughing its ass off
at leaf-like tendencies
Chilled barbaric drinks
cancered lungs
inhaling the conversations of deadbeats
ponder your purpose
It is unsettling:
a relentless insanity that yields to a muse
Murky thoughts purified into theory
Barefeet
lights off, what is darkness?
A name, a name
sharp, heavy- I believe in nothing else
Stunning pierce in the brain
I sleep tonight with this
You have described here a process in the soul that very few people admit, and of which few have written. This is excellent!
Starward