It seems that
we’ve come as
far as ever --
a growing
extinction of
the great divide
crowding itself
and suffocating
we’ve come all
this way
who are we to say
that birds do not
fly
into the sun
who are we to judge
how any person
can be in love--
for we,
two souls,
walk this Earth,
hands pressed against
our mouths
to keep us from vomiting
up our demons
keep us from spitting
up.
it’s been too long
and we’ve come too far
to turn back
and march again.
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 12:13 PM UTC
It seems that
we’ve come as
far as ever --
a growing
extinction of
the great divide
crowding itself
and suffocating
we’ve come all
this way
who are we to say
that birds do not
fly
into the sun
who are we to judge
how any person
can be in love--
for we,
two souls,
walk this Earth,
hands pressed against
our mouths
to keep us from vomiting
up our demons
keep us from spitting
up.
it’s been too long
and we’ve come too far
to turn back
and march again.
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