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Observation Deck
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Poetry we wear this skin in the waking darkness of a faded moon
monsters, naked in the shouting verse of twisted wood
growling along highways of hot tar and dying skin, growing old in the shade
we find eternity lonesome, wasted in time
longing for the pure moment of iron teeth spitting blood and the lasting honesty in silence
oil cans or rocket fuel
your first kiss, with gravity
in picture frames we bend
in stone we carve our cardboard worlds to fit the eye
your first birth, in the observation deck
was made trite by the laughing sea
who cradled you with wires
who made you weak
tragic is the wind that holds open the wound
mercy is the clipped wings of dawn
fate, the one eyed beggar that shares your voice
who said believe?
in the days that once was only sun, sun
in the days of rain, rain
who taught you how to run
on earthquake bare feet
when all that was left was to destroy
