has the land covered with banner;
I am not dead yet. Who, despite his exhaustion,
caught up with chance, was able to do so,
an amend to frame a surrender.
Reimagining a spider gut whatever was available,
in the cornered stucco: obliteration was there, sexed
a hole. Clings to a ruined childhood taken
as deification – finalizing a document.
Search the database: he is still alive. Put together
all the ruthless and the stalking and piece out
a material impossible to be cunning.
the evening collapsing on his shoulder, shrugged
an hour of betrayal. An hour, made up little seconds,
fathered by an assembly of minutes – an hour difficult
to wake up from, with a dream of an infinite future
nothing else was known from but if and an end
unerringly spared by this night
reachable out of scarcity that was the limpid past,
cuts through, is like a knife, dividing disaster
to share within habit – a harbinger, an announcement.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 1:54 AM UTC
has the land covered with banner;
I am not dead yet. Who, despite his exhaustion,
caught up with chance, was able to do so,
an amend to frame a surrender.
Reimagining a spider gut whatever was available,
in the cornered stucco: obliteration was there, sexed
a hole. Clings to a ruined childhood taken
as deification – finalizing a document.
Search the database: he is still alive. Put together
all the ruthless and the stalking and piece out
a material impossible to be cunning.
the evening collapsing on his shoulder, shrugged
an hour of betrayal. An hour, made up little seconds,
fathered by an assembly of minutes – an hour difficult
to wake up from, with a dream of an infinite future
nothing else was known from but if and an end
unerringly spared by this night
reachable out of scarcity that was the limpid past,
cuts through, is like a knife, dividing disaster
to share within habit – a harbinger, an announcement.
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