I just had an epiphany
a collective angry symphony of poetry
My words want to escape and spiral into existence
Grow feet and wings
and be the comfort of my mother
words teach my brothers
I want you words be as a forgotten zygote
shouting with my CAPITALS
and hyphenate their sorrows and thanksgiving
words be as incense
soaring to the ends of the world
bow down in front of the creator
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 5:25 AM UTC
I just had an epiphany
a collective angry symphony of poetry
My words want to escape and spiral into existence
Grow feet and wings
and be the comfort of my mother
words teach my brothers
I want you words be as a forgotten zygote
shouting with my CAPITALS
and hyphenate their sorrows and thanksgiving
words be as incense
soaring to the ends of the world
bow down in front of the creator
My words and I are messengers
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