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Are We Even Listening?

Bottle in hand

Drowning the indifference

Feeling the life

Sinking and crying,

we are born.

New light, you see?

Do you feel?

At the alters we kneel and

we are whole again.

Holes emptied and filled in.

 

Throw it in the trash.

Throw it against the wall

and release

it

all.

Here we are again.

Better this time and born to make pristine chapels

at the feet of Mary.

Blood to wine

Water to *****

And

we

are

all

strangers.

 

Gurgling strangers set apart to form a perfect storm.

Chaos ensues

we go blind

as we

feel our way through the darkness.

Through the broken window pains

we see

we cut our hands

on our own souls

pity falls with the trickling stream of tears.

Wash the carcass in blood and

Take it back.

The empathy

sympathetic smiles

hushed forgiveness

mulling over

all of the insanity.

 

This chaos.

This

is

MY

frenzy.

Douse it in holy water

find redemption

do it again.

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Crumbs of putrid

distaste.

Eons of love.

"Clean up the pieces and ask no questions."

 

 

****

 

Do you hear me now?

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amor-sin-remorse
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Published
Nov 20, 2016
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