I want you
in my mouth like
the sky needs
to rest
in our
eyes when we see
the sky for
what it is
interrupting this
labor the things
you wouldn't
build
to the sky again if
you had the choice
and you do
have the choice
or develop
useless as the
rise you get
out of me
when we touch
get around
to its sticky
reflections.
*
When we get around
to nothing
complicity calls
(this is the call)
no more rock anthems
just some rock
we can't stand on
some out of control
limbs no good for
anything anymore
no longer can we
control them
they speak words
and particles
of words we couldn't
have spoken before
project our
unsaved figures
without grace or shame.
*
The environment became us
it told us we had tender skin
that we had subtle organs
and were porous to almost
anything they said any reason
they hated us made us stronger
than we immediately seemed
with all these obstacles to the
true the world we have to make
because we can't help what we
are pain is not a mirror we
hold to the world distorting it
but it makes the world possibly
know itself as one subject
abandoned by their justice.
BEAUTIFUL
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