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The Stone
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Teardrop of Coloured Soul
We set a stone
to mark the spot where we will
gather together and worship our
various indiscretions.Around the
stone we will bury the roots
of plants that one day will
grow into future forms of
resentment. The dance will
begin and we will push
ourselves into mirrors that
reflect the disappointment
of our intentions. Moving
like watered down logs we
will insist on forming
circles around the stone. Once
done we will gather together
all the failing relationships we
can find to worship at the
altar of despair. Holding hands,
we will stomp in the flawed
earth until our feet can move
no more. As a group we will
turn our eyes inward and locate
the flags of surrender. White
pieces of relief that we will fly
with brave abandon until
our arms cannot hold the flashing
material any longer. And we'll
dig more holes around the stone.
Each hole successfully deeper
than the one before. Dropping our
pretences we will bury our lives
around the stone of solitude. The
ground will be wet with our fears.
The grass will have died from lack
of attention; and as we feel the
earth covering our bodies, we will
acknowledge only that we
are too afraid to survive.
I think this poem is intense
I think this poem is intense and full of passion
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