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Apr 2012
After the dust of the courts have settled
And the nettles of the trees have fallen
There will be the most brilliant blue sky
A hanging sun and pure,
Like the justified hanging of a murderer

The pages of history are twisted so tight
That even the one's who wrote it
Know not who was wrong or who was right

We search in the dark for answers
Who wish not to be found

To search for these answers
Is the goal for all humanity

To be human
Is to
Search

Our politicians though,
They wear shape-shifting masks:
They are our best friends
They are our executioner's
They are our God's until
The revolution washes out the old
Bringing in the new
A cycle I see worn
Around the desperate necks
Of sheep

We burn down our buildings
To repeat the process
And call it progress

New names, new logos &
Brand spanking new ideas

Silently praying in secret
That the poison that once
Circulated through those walls
Will not find its way back
And ******* our creation

There is a poison in everything
We build

There is a thorn in every rose bush
You pass in the garden

There is always a chance of rain
With clouds above

There is always a chance of something
Terrible to come

I hear the sirens spinning
The churning of metal on metal
Volcanoes erupting like
They were since the dawn of time

I smell of the phosphorous plumes
Of children's breath as they inhale
Invisible toxins & the dead dreams
Of the one's who never made it to ten

I touch the bark of nuclear redwoods
Their leaves mutilated to the stem
The snow stings my fingertips as
I watch the a lone owl perched,
Feeding for the last time

I taste the saliva of a man who has lost
Everything in the blink of ten thousand eyes
Drips of honey pool on my tongue
From the comb of a bee that never once
Had the chance to hover near the sea

I feel the vast universe & her laws
Her gentle blanket of stars that flicker
Like the lamps across the river of Hades,
Embracing death & life
As if they were Her children

I am the stars
You see?

I am dust in
The desert with
The sun beating
Down on me

I am alive & apart
Of this catastrophic

Complexity
Written by
Mitchell
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