Saint FrancisIt's already over, won't get to MichaelmasSaint Francis by redcupdrowns
I was dead at the start, born into a war.
You shoot the bastard first and then you let him die
Lying in the street. Two hours and its done.
But then some of us live with what we had to do
Or had done for us here by their ruthless clockwork
You're not afraid of me, but are afraid of truth:
The skin beneath your lies, behind the bodycam.
Some of us bear the wounds of every evil done
And some must thrust the spear. It's all the same to God.
I taste your vinegar and soon I am wiped out.
No stone to roll away, just a testament.
Nature expresses God, and dances with His light.
No one may own or take, no one may market things.
Places will bear my name, where nature-war is raged.
And root systems will grow, asphalt armor will crack.
Lord listen to my cry for I'm in desperate need,
And rescue me from them who come to pursue me.
Free me from their prison, that I might praise your name.
Then will gather the good, for you were good to me.
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Untitledvibrations, lightUntitled by blue--valentine
by which things can go wrong. dimensions in all
and anything upright.
can we arm ourselves? knife of silver sky,
wrecking ball, choked lantern of night
caught by tunnel’s throat?
clocks first strike. less limit, less atmosphere
surrendering sounds by eighth note.
no safety with proximity, voices chemistry.
implicated history. element outsold.
vertex / vortexthere are so many things i want to tell you but i don't know how / like sometimes my cd player glitches / whirring in the corner trying to read the disc for hours on end / and this is the closest i can come to expressing how i feel about you / like i want to merge into you / watch movies about people who run away / like neither of us / is trying to tell the other / something important / i want to explain that i am broken open / something awful / but you / hold me whole / and i breathe less shallow / in this pool of light you are singing / i want to explain / that mountains / are not immovable / and neither are youvertex / vortex by scheherazades