Saturday, March 9, 2013


waiting signs above
ignoring the real ones
look past, until you crash

can't really know
till you decompose

cut flesh, ripped from the body
soaked in the blood, gathered for one good
blinking eyes
rivers and valleys filled
in tears and sorrow
destruction assembly of the symbiotic

unwavering mountains apart
star of them all, pulling

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