Shards of Glass
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
Walt Whitman - Song of Myself
In my head a radio station perpetual
Visions of Restored and Renew'd
The best of me and my many faces
the worst of us in our many places
words over and again in doom chorus
mocking the mountain, the river, the bullet, the hunter
offspring and old ones matriculate to listen
hymns play out from the mouths of the starving
this bliss is maddening
this gathering a reckoning
our lives one note of a twisted symphony
breath on the windows
words written in fog
life lived on the guise of humanity
vanishes in the heat of the moment
pierced by a knife, cauterized by fire, smashed by a stone
eroding gingerly in hungry mouths
various shards, crimes, cutting holes in the stomach lining
meat does not complain
you were born for this and live only for a tiny contribution
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
Walt Whitman - Song of Myself
In my head a radio station perpetual
Visions of Restored and Renew'd
The best of me and my many faces
the worst of us in our many places
words over and again in doom chorus
mocking the mountain, the river, the bullet, the hunter
offspring and old ones matriculate to listen
hymns play out from the mouths of the starving
this bliss is maddening
this gathering a reckoning
our lives one note of a twisted symphony
breath on the windows
words written in fog
life lived on the guise of humanity
vanishes in the heat of the moment
pierced by a knife, cauterized by fire, smashed by a stone
eroding gingerly in hungry mouths
various shards, crimes, cutting holes in the stomach lining
meat does not complain
you were born for this and live only for a tiny contribution