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Tombstones
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Through the pointless escapades of
the illusions from which we operate
We deny
our submission to the subtle
screams of our choices.
Fragile shells of indecision
are hidden by views of
glass walls
which are smoked over
by the created dreams
we have chosen to live.
We sip our confessions as if
answers were ours to share
and
we kiss and cuddle our
surrender
masking the danger
that we can survive.
Through the inevitability
of the aging of our bones
we caress soft circles
of lingering disease
which indicates our
submission to a plan
we never conceived.
Mapped in our minds
is the lightbulb
we manifested
which terrorizes
the miracles we
aspire to receive.
Yawning, we escape
alternative choices
preferring instead
to play at dead
letting the waters of
desire
slip away from us.
I think we've died
yet no one has erected
our tombstones.
