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​incoherent (like life) …




slipping through empty breaths sliding down on bent knees scraping raw flesh against cold skin hollow kisses falling to the desolate floor swept up discarded trashed recycled churned out strewn littered alongside barricaded hearts yearning to feel again to touch to taste to ache to be human once more to know to believe that one can feel that one can hear and see and dig beneath the veneer of sophisticated tinny smiles flinging around casually barbed words meant to jab gnawing at the core of all that makes us human the sting of tears the taste of salt the dripping red bleeding off roses in quaint gardens pruned to perfection yet dead inside numbed into comfortable complacency as the world turns threatening the linearity of time that prays for returns while this heart this soul this being within the cauldron of palpable loss simply burns






stringed, strung,


theoretically plausible,

infinite universes within a bubble,


floating in the spaces between spaces,


where time, and days and kisses and tears and fears and smiles and anger and all of this and lots of that,


oh and faces,

all blurring into nothingness,



starstuff, is all,

agonisingly close, or chillingly far,


starstuff is all,

we ever were,


Starstuff is all,

we still are …


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inspired by Dr. Carl Sagan 

10-4

alive …

lashed against jagged truths

plumbing the depths of hollow emotions

straining to hear
your voice calling me back

aching to taste
your breath scalding my lips

pining to feel
forgotten whispers murmured

swirling around
the rapids

gasping for air

nursing a simple dream
nothing grandiose

to feel
once more

alive.

alive …

qwerty lovey-doveyness …

if they ever ask
tell them i had to leave

my blazer collar high
bittersweet pain tugging at my sleeve

if they ask
tell them i needed to hide away

from myself at times

through bleak nights
leeching each day

while all the while
scribbling a dream

( typed
auto-corrected )

on virtual parchment

( qwerty )

when virtual tears
metamorphose

from stillest pond
to torrential stream …

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