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Stubborn boy Always treading mountains Studying tables and configuring signals Sending them deep into space So far gone they will become black again Reading slow Maybe even more so As capricorn’s last noise Fills the air so clear Purges the ocean of its madness And the treasures buried deep below. Stubborn boy Will you not forgive yourself And keep your lexis to you and God For even now you Cry a tear nobody will hear Shake a violet ‘till the last petals whither And fall to your feet. Stubborn, stupid boy And a rotten small thing As it crushes you into a tiny Uneven sphere of sadness and a grievance not so Uncommon in funerals And a marriage two fortnights awake Alas a gift given is a gift taken away A violet shaken is a flower unjustly undone And a stubborn boy Is a thing everyone will try to keep away from the darkness But will not keep the darkness away from him. Tried and true You will suffer with the rest of them It’s written here In the oath you signed while your eyes Still knew not the world And your palms Clean as a morning sky Still brushed along the pavement / Crafted globes.
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Nov 11, 2010
Nov 11, 2010 at 7:14 PM UTC
Falling petals and everything awry
Stubborn boy Always treading mountains Studying tables and configuring signals Sending them deep into space So far gone they will become black again Reading slow Maybe even more so As capricorn’s last noise Fills the air so clear Purges the ocean of its madness And the treasures buried deep below. Stubborn boy Will you not forgive yourself And keep your lexis to you and God For even now you Cry a tear nobody will hear Shake a violet ‘till the last petals whither And fall to your feet. Stubborn, stupid boy And a rotten small thing As it crushes you into a tiny Uneven sphere of sadness and a grievance not so Uncommon in funerals And a marriage two fortnights awake Alas a gift given is a gift taken away A violet shaken is a flower unjustly undone And a stubborn boy Is a thing everyone will try to keep away from the darkness But will not keep the darkness away from him. Tried and true You will suffer with the rest of them It’s written here In the oath you signed while your eyes Still knew not the world And your palms Clean as a morning sky Still brushed along the pavement / Crafted globes.
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Nov 11, 2010
Nov 11, 2010 at 7:14 PM UTC
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