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Lua1365 — in this time
Published: 2010-06-14 05:16:31 +0000 UTC; Views: 161; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 1
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my gait is slower these daysas i feel i am marching in my own funeral,
weeping beneath my veil,
hauling my casket,
digging a den in the earth
and returning a rose to its creator atop my body
as it bids the lord it
will not awake inside its grave.
these days i remember
the jesters i held so dear,
how i kissed their hair
and washed their clothes
while seltzer water bubbled in my ears.
and if i learned anything
from those unwilling to teach
it is that love is malignant
but i choose to let it grow.
these days i destroy my temple-
my refinery begs mercy,
my skin pleads no contest
as i shove steel inside it.
i deprive it of sun
and i grant it no movement
as my bones begin to buckle.
these days i stop to run,
these days i seek to hide,
these days i petition infancy
so that i may again have allure.
