Sunday, 13 January 2013

Lateral Navigations



These are supposed to be the days of our lives
after many years shaking tears of branches,
we have become a perfect foil for tonques that bark,
all of us have maddening faces now, causes to love,
that light  up corners waiting to be fed,
all in touch with tangible pursuit,
beyond the terminus of our governments stealth,
one of the most singular weaknesses of the human spirit.
is how those in powers persuade us to like whatever they choose.
A lot of us have been forgotten,
it makes us sting, beyond their schemes
with our cracked lips, we contain the storm
of tomorrow, smothering their words in half,
find familiar hiding places to lie in wait.
   

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