Like a sponge, latching on
to anything.
Squirreling everything away inside
Its heart, porous,
with all the holes. Maybe
They can be filled like this.
They can't.
Eventually, we put the sponge under
Pressure.
And then watch,
Sickened,
As everything hidden away in the
porous heart of a sponge
Comes gushing out.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
Like a sponge, latching on
to anything.
Squirreling everything away inside
Its heart, porous,
with all the holes. Maybe
They can be filled like this.
They can't.
Eventually, we put the sponge under
Pressure.
And then watch,
Sickened,
As everything hidden away in the
porous heart of a sponge
Comes gushing out.
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August 16, 2013
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