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this time different, the crafting, the words knitted, care taken, no quips or easy rhymes, metaphors few, but the stitching is yet rhythmic, disciplined, beholden to its construct ~~~ yesterday, spoke of the more and the ever less, and the alpha seas restorative, today, *the ****** quick and the ever still* the beating of jumpsuit orange fabric, wind-whipped, musical homage to the terrifying silence of a battlefield, your utility belt, body parts and soul silences, a composition of what was and what will now never be you were there you are there witness-combatant, no denying the voyeured carnage of a human self destructing, or being destructed in a way **********turned you on, worse, temptingly familiar the horror meets you, it recognizes, locates its place within that is stored close by, where you keep it just close enough to surface for quick retrieval you postulate, pose, clap hands to heads, make groanings awful, rethinking fearful pictures I don't believe in free will I don't believe in free I don't believe in will there is good and there is no good there is the quick and the still the still comes fast and stays longer, the quick lasts longer, the obvious now always seconds of too long, all implausibly undenied and factually reversed I hang myself crudely, my throat slit quick, and the still images that follows everlasting and unerasable, no matter how quickly, how often temples hard squeezed I see the images, the quick and the still they won't let go of me text me that you know, exactly what I mean, know what I know
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
The quick and the still
this time different, the crafting, the words knitted, care taken, no quips or easy rhymes, metaphors few, but the stitching is yet rhythmic, disciplined, beholden to its construct ~~~ yesterday, spoke of the more and the ever less, and the alpha seas restorative, today, *the ****** quick and the ever still* the beating of jumpsuit orange fabric, wind-whipped, musical homage to the terrifying silence of a battlefield, your utility belt, body parts and soul silences, a composition of what was and what will now never be you were there you are there witness-combatant, no denying the voyeured carnage of a human self destructing, or being destructed in a way **********turned you on, worse, temptingly familiar the horror meets you, it recognizes, locates its place within that is stored close by, where you keep it just close enough to surface for quick retrieval you postulate, pose, clap hands to heads, make groanings awful, rethinking fearful pictures I don't believe in free will I don't believe in free I don't believe in will there is good and there is no good there is the quick and the still the still comes fast and stays longer, the quick lasts longer, the obvious now always seconds of too long, all implausibly undenied and factually reversed I hang myself crudely, my throat slit quick, and the still images that follows everlasting and unerasable, no matter how quickly, how often temples hard squeezed I see the images, the quick and the still they won't let go of me text me that you know, exactly what I mean, know what I know
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
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