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We were born with the harvest on our lips,
all the seeds we needed stitched into our fingertips.
Instead of being grateful, we pushed heaven past its limit
searching for a paradise despite it being given
to us freely. And after all this digging, we stared at the mounds
our eyes aiming at the sky from the hole we dug ourselves,
and in this passing moment, it just seems so fitting how
the hands that dug into the earth will try to climb their way out,
and we can, if we don't suffocate from all the weight
of the plagues that we create, centuries of past mistakes,
a history of ending life as mindless entertainment
allergic to forbidden fruit, but we had to taste it.
And as the juice is spilling out underneath our gaping mouths
every single seed is scattering into the lines we plowed.
I can't promise things will change. All that I can say
is there's evidence of thriving life peaking over all the graves.
Mother, love me dearly.
I know I hurt you so.
I tore your skin apart.
But I can't promise things will change.
I can't promise things will change.
all the seeds we needed stitched into our fingertips.
Instead of being grateful, we pushed heaven past its limit
searching for a paradise despite it being given
to us freely. And after all this digging, we stared at the mounds
our eyes aiming at the sky from the hole we dug ourselves,
and in this passing moment, it just seems so fitting how
the hands that dug into the earth will try to climb their way out,
and we can, if we don't suffocate from all the weight
of the plagues that we create, centuries of past mistakes,
a history of ending life as mindless entertainment
allergic to forbidden fruit, but we had to taste it.
And as the juice is spilling out underneath our gaping mouths
every single seed is scattering into the lines we plowed.
I can't promise things will change. All that I can say
is there's evidence of thriving life peaking over all the graves.
Mother, love me dearly.
I know I hurt you so.
I tore your skin apart.
But I can't promise things will change.
I can't promise things will change.
Literature
Human civilisation is...
...castle of glass
Literature
The End Of Surrender
Flop forward into this half-life,
fall for me. Let the roads be easy
and let the easy be. It's all you can hope for
when the sun's past the years
and hope has half drained away.
So come on and fall. In this half-light
you almost look tall. Your calves
like pale aliens, a waxing tide.
Come on down over to my side
to where the steady wet has come.
It's a long time since we were set in stone.
It's a long time until we're undone.
Literature
all the ways we die
wild figures empty the oceans
of all its centuried sediments
and dead martyred heroes,
and rent the fathomless Marianne,
filament threads
of light glowing and gasping into
the gullet of the world,
and canyon arms are holding too much
for all history, so add another
layered corpse
in each of the decaying deeps;
walkers there know how our
commute
down pacific street burns,
and never returns our coelocanth
souls.
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