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with purpose bared to violent light,
our better selves are torn
and in the rudderless squares we've fitted
over heartspaces empty
the stars revolve in afterimage trails
winding a tapestry of historical events,
a roadmap to the center of all things
one day, perhaps
we will go like new children, with our eyes starved
for every particle
into the faint helices of long gone orbiters
into the lost unknown
our better selves are torn
and in the rudderless squares we've fitted
over heartspaces empty
the stars revolve in afterimage trails
winding a tapestry of historical events,
a roadmap to the center of all things
one day, perhaps
we will go like new children, with our eyes starved
for every particle
into the faint helices of long gone orbiters
into the lost unknown
Literature
consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
Literature
no room
I am so full of me
there is no room
for you in here.
You can be out
there, alongside me,
but there is no room in here.
The hotel is full.
I am the Anna Madrigal
of my own soul.
So you be you
and I will be me.
If there is connection,
I will cherish it.
If there is not,
I will not miss it.
This does not diminish
my love and devotion,
nor your own to me.
It just makes it real.
Literature
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your memory is heavy
I keep trying to unload the weight of you in words
but still I'm burdened
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""where are all the Snowdens of yesteryear"
Heller aside, all i can think if is the end of The Great Gatsby.
Heller aside, all i can think if is the end of The Great Gatsby.