We spent the days wondering where the edges stopped
after the cliffs and the more edges
and we learned phonetic verse
like secret languages of natural growth and predicaments
Thunder and ground ruptures came from all sides
fog and smog and hurricane confusion blew from the north
and the south
to the west, all tsunami came in as easy as morning dew
and we sat on the top of the mountains
and watched disaster confuse us all
keep hiking
keep walking
keep seeing how we ourselves keep it together
and avoid the east side lava flow
burning edges made us metal shoes
We loved the flowers that grew
we loved the birds that sung
we loved the morning and twilight against the snows
(Music passes by like rivers and drying up oasis keep maternity afloat)
We're feeling tortured
we're feeling like the falling is another task to go
straight to a halfway dim world
We're drinking our families
we're spelling out for our enemies
we're inside a cultured bacterial growth
and this is bad, they keep saying
and it is, we keep feeling
Some of us sit in churches and others
we sit in our minds
and appreciate so much
that we can see the war before it happens
We assume things sort themselves over time
but over time the things assumed become cancerous
terror growths
and I suppose
I'll leave an empty verse
because what's beautiful is a rare sight
to call it out feels like I would destroy it
Who'd spend so much time writing about
what seems to be nothing?
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