parallels and intersections

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

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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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