i'll show you everything you've done
no point in trying to explain yourself
can't help it now
no words can leave your mouth
you'll reap exactly what you sow
it doesn't matter if you understand
the seeds will grow
they'll eat you up alive
kiss it all goodbye
you'll be dead and in a coffin
you can wish that you knew why
but in the end you'll have forgotten
all these people drawing lines
parallels and intersections (partitions and connections)
crossing bridges between lives
tying strings into the other side
death never asked you for consent
forever is a moment's rest,
upon you now
breathing your own pollution
the blooming flower of your pride
has a weight so insupportable
it has to die
the stem cannot sustain the burden
You're Talking About Poets
Aren't you? I breathe my own pollution, true, I leap lives usually from burning bridges. So? Ma parallels and intersections are personal and not for public consumption, except in poetical exudations. Fist to the sky! Black pride! I feel exposed. Cut it out!
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~A~
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