You push me under
the river water,
the rumble strip,
the war-torn manger.
Appear on the small screen,
you slow me down
in this inch-drawn recovery.
We are still human.
Still human.
You pin me down
to distant dreams,
to the patient quick,
the train-stop silence.
Appear in the doorway,
the hangman's wedding;
homeless ribbons and bows
for the missing persons of the world.
You gave us our depression.
We wore it as a badge of honour.
You keep me far
to relinquish confusion,
a hall of mirrors-
empty basket in the bulrushes.
Appear as a melody
spinning loops through my wrists,
a one-way confession-
loose confetti, falling ash;
ash after ember,
warmth after rain.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
You push me under
the river water,
the rumble strip,
the war-torn manger.
Appear on the small screen,
you slow me down
in this inch-drawn recovery.
We are still human.
Still human.
You pin me down
to distant dreams,
to the patient quick,
the train-stop silence.
Appear in the doorway,
the hangman's wedding;
homeless ribbons and bows
for the missing persons of the world.
You gave us our depression.
We wore it as a badge of honour.
You keep me far
to relinquish confusion,
a hall of mirrors-
empty basket in the bulrushes.
Appear as a melody
spinning loops through my wrists,
a one-way confession-
loose confetti, falling ash;
ash after ember,
warmth after rain.
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