~
*The name on my lips
is a prophecy
An unsustainable breath of life
It sparks revolutions
both for and against
To say it is to pray it
in a word, a phrase, a life sentence
And it lies scattered on the beach
Put your ear to a seashell
and listen
Listen for the sound of terrible canyons of static
Of plastic birds
decomposing trees
Things we lost in the fire
Listen for the starvation tapes
For the voice of people who eat darkness
and make big fires out every little syllable
Listen for the work of reformatting spiders
spinning social webs to burden and ensnare
naïve reckless hearts
Listen for the heartless aftermath
and the building blocks of sheer madness
Listen for the sound of weeping
at the memory of peace*
~
Feb 5, 2023
Feb 5, 2023 at 10:27 PM UTC
~
*The name on my lips
is a prophecy
An unsustainable breath of life
It sparks revolutions
both for and against
To say it is to pray it
in a word, a phrase, a life sentence
And it lies scattered on the beach
Put your ear to a seashell
and listen
Listen for the sound of terrible canyons of static
Of plastic birds
decomposing trees
Things we lost in the fire
Listen for the starvation tapes
For the voice of people who eat darkness
and make big fires out every little syllable
Listen for the work of reformatting spiders
spinning social webs to burden and ensnare
naïve reckless hearts
Listen for the heartless aftermath
and the building blocks of sheer madness
Listen for the sound of weeping
at the memory of peace*
~
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