For you,
the world.
A blanket
of time.
A surge
of dread.
In
your eyes.
For you,
the world.
The pillars,
the rubble.
Welters of war,
inner and visible.
Science, politics,
art. Leak
light into
the blossom
of
quiet.
For you,
the world
intends, supposes,
intimates.
Gives
collapse.
Gives
wait.
Gives
awake.
For you,
the world.
Your bruise,
the weakened heart.
The trust
lended.
The breath
spent.
For you,
the world.
The mere thought
already catastrophe.
The blow
blow blow
The hot to
the touch.
The want
of supper,
The membrane
of a promise.
The objects
of desire.
The properties
of fire.
For you,
the world.
The hurry
up!
A panic
call.
The I’m
better,
The I’m
nothing.
Bless the
touching you.
Bless the
fooling you.
Bless the
pick up,
the not knowing
What to do.
For you,
the world.
We
watch
Then turn
our heads
To stare
at the speed.
I
puncture.
You
puncture.
You
outlast.
Pinch your
throat
and say
Amen.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
For you,
the world.
A blanket
of time.
A surge
of dread.
In
your eyes.
For you,
the world.
The pillars,
the rubble.
Welters of war,
inner and visible.
Science, politics,
art. Leak
light into
the blossom
of
quiet.
For you,
the world
intends, supposes,
intimates.
Gives
collapse.
Gives
wait.
Gives
awake.
For you,
the world.
Your bruise,
the weakened heart.
The trust
lended.
The breath
spent.
For you,
the world.
The mere thought
already catastrophe.
The blow
blow blow
The hot to
the touch.
The want
of supper,
The membrane
of a promise.
The objects
of desire.
The properties
of fire.
For you,
the world.
The hurry
up!
A panic
call.
The I’m
better,
The I’m
nothing.
Bless the
touching you.
Bless the
fooling you.
Bless the
pick up,
the not knowing
What to do.
For you,
the world.
We
watch
Then turn
our heads
To stare
at the speed.
I
puncture.
You
puncture.
You
outlast.
Pinch your
throat
and say
Amen.
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