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Aug 2016
I've kept it inside too long,
too long have I silenced it.
I will explode, like a carbon bomb,
explosive tissue and bleating stars,
radioactive skin cells, crawling with energy,
the speed of light rolling through my veins,
like thunder in an Amazonian
night, cruxed with the finagling sunlight,
calling some nirvana-esque hipster
to forsake her existence,
picking flowers in the garden of
forever, checking the checkerboard
kitchen, black blood in the conducive mind,
******* out the poison of
coincidence, laying out a spider
without laughter, in the vague
definition of inevitable non-existance,
teach me! TEACH ME!
OH GOD TEACH ME, I AM
OPEN! I WANT TO KNOW!
But oh how I know! oh how the stones will cry!
O! how they will ululate in the night,
screech the keys upon their wooden airy instruments,  
scream with all the effort of a Stradivarius,
O! the noises they will make---
if we do not.
Israel Baker
Written by
Israel Baker  18/M/Indianapolis, IN
(18/M/Indianapolis, IN)   
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