improbability
just another attempt. i need to regain my style when it comes to poetry. or, i can just die a poetic failure. or something.
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she's blue-lipped smile
oblivious array of naked
denial, and comfort is a
luxury she cannot afford
seared with the promises
of orchids and sunflowers
sun-bent while everyone
looks to find the remains
of a voice in her
barren intangibility
listless pondering
of lifeless existence
and she cannot seem to speak
although she could preach
the world to nonbelievers
she's acceptance in recognition
that no one's going to get it
until the curtain closes
and she's bowing
with white roses on her arm
and reassurance on her lips
without the words to prophesize
the apocalypse she has come to know
as her own
[fade to black
and intermission]
~
she's blue-lipped smile
oblivious array of naked
denial, and comfort is a
luxury she cannot afford
seared with the promises
of orchids and sunflowers
sun-bent while everyone
looks to find the remains
of a voice in her
barren intangibility
listless pondering
of lifeless existence
and she cannot seem to speak
although she could preach
the world to nonbelievers
she's acceptance in recognition
that no one's going to get it
until the curtain closes
and she's bowing
with white roses on her arm
and reassurance on her lips
without the words to prophesize
the apocalypse she has come to know
as her own
[fade to black
and intermission]