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Afterthought
I.
You see, his body never made it
To the city of angels.
Lit by Purgatory's divine lights.
Oh, he would have loved the sight.
To see chaos rolling in masses.
Down the boardwalk and past the ocean, -
(punished)
Sun, round and blazing, sets
Over the desolate desert planes.
Under the earth, it tries to retreat
To the north, seeking change.
Heaven,
Barely in gasping reach
Of the soul's cold hands that stir in an -
With love, a child of the Earth
Worn primordial roots connect
To you (a child of the Earth)
To us, who perpetually neglect
To mend Earth's dwindling womb.
Now, the fresh spring bird,
Is pushed (with love) from her nest. -
an encounter with a mortal angel
the past presents itself
in the future. clear as the sight
from the edge of land to near infinity.
salty-peppered ashes are laid gingerly
with the longing bitter-sweet taste
of this drifters forgotten someday. -
Exulansis
I don’t remember
Falling, but I still have
The scars from when I
Touched the hollow earth,
And I screamed Bloody Mary
For God to save me.
How did you build me?
Did you ransack essence from unholy angels, -
memento mori
i wish to be a poet
and run away with my love,
so it can be preserved like
our innocence before the
corruption seized it like dogs.
i wish to be a poet,
so biding time seems less like