4th and fifth

Apr 20, 2007 18:48

dead prayers fall like anvil hammer tongues
all speaking their new white hot languages
with eyes rolled back to watch the synapse fireworks
burst violent
and fall silent
swift vomit in the sand
strung to great wheeling scavengers overhead
just let those pupils pop
and BEHOLD!
neck as mouth of river!
tumbling upward
with many molten currents
into the turmoil-stricken seas of consciousness
with desperation now
how easily the spirit's swept away
from heathen counterpart crouched feral in the brush
with vast black glassy eyes we watch
meltmouthed
abandoned
when hard sonic fragments blister deep
down surging wells
their roar is muted by the flood
just humbly drowning
in lion tears

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i wrote this after seeing an old friend who i know will read this and recognize it. it's all tilted now, i don't know what to think... i'm not who i was and i never fit that black shell in the first place. it's hard to find yourself and harder still to make it worth your while.
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