bleeds
upon the
altar
of humanity.
Flowing
down the streaked,
stained,
aged,
face.
Tumbling words
land upon
the
freshly
spattered
soul.
Wounded,
by grievous
joy.
Discovery,
well worn,
a deeply
rooted love
of the blood
stained canvas.
Generation
to the
next,
skipping
along
silky streams
of life-
eternal.
Acid
in my nose
hot puff
wind s c a t t e r s
clothes
Pariscope
swirling
c o n s u m p t i o n
golems
adorn
the
tunnel
beckoning
Shuffle shuffle
metro s t a r e
seclusion
living,
crowds
theMind,
robs
passion
bodies
Shuffle shuffle
dispassion
reflected
losing
myself
in
this shuffle
shuffle
teeming
human m a s s
sitting in time, emptying
the mind
on this track of
A to B, sometimes C
but never
why?
I am as solid as stone.
To feel and cry
makes me no less.
I am stronger
with each tear,
with each fear.
I am the hydra.
I am your anchor,
the earth beneath your feet.
I am strong, and
I can be weak, but
that’s what makes me strong.
I can be weak.
I allow it.
I encourage it.
I shout from rooftops,
“I am weak and vulnerable!”
and
I am strong.
For I am human.
And to me,
my humanity is more powerful than stone.
Stronger than steel I am.
And so,
are you.
Creation smiled at me today.
Uncovering my eyes
You stand before me.
In splendor,
majesty.
bewitching eyes
looking my way.
Graceful in movement,
grand in form.
Deftly
you glide to me.
Extending my hand,
You embrace it with yours.
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