Earth RevolutionI. WinterEarth Revolution
too cold and
sharp.
to ever get too deep a breath. there is
win(defeat)ter
set in bones.
they wither
like an old woman’s.
and I am old.
ancient as trees that freeze under the ice,
tired as creatures that toil under the earth. I am old, before my time, before my self. this &nb
Minutes LostSilas could take off his watch and just stare at it for hours. His is a sort of trip and spin existence, always sometimes having a quickly lookback at the past that won’t get behind him.Minutes Lost
There are little tiny spider glances up the drainpipe into the life he lives. These memories are made of plastic and glass that won’t shatter but will come back dusty and never clean. He glances at them, always turning his head away before he can recognize the moonlit cloudy day rainaway images.
There it is. There’s one with rabbit ears and a timewatch that stares at him with yellow accusing eyes and so he looks up a
FoundationsEmerging from the brilliantly-lit kitchen, I crawl into bed in my too-dark room, turning to face the cinder block wall, painted a sickly-white.Foundations
My too-hot forehead finds a cold place to rest as the rest of me minimizes the target and curls my too-long frame around my stomach so it can please stop hurting so bad.
I don't want to wail I am much too-tired and
my eyes aren't too tired but they're sick and tired of seeing.
So it's another night
in the too-dark room where I crawl into bed like a refugee or a thief
Seeking r
Warfools, and ridiculous everylast one unwise, unright blind leading blind, asWar
deaf leads us all
i-but can one wander
for a reason such as this- quiet, and calm do wander and search
strength in numbers strength in self stand now or forever be a
silentone. Is surrounding, they cover, and waves will crash
as buildings fall
it is chaos now, i-great ego that leads us-see it
it makes me fall, and quiet too.
knowledge to dirt, love to mud, joy and pain to worms
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I love dementia-fallenangel
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