All Days Wild
Poetry 14
The minutes pass and you're in my dreams
The eons pass and you're in my dreams
The rain pours and the green light means
that we leave alone and fly without legs
No landings in this lush country
Vibrant trees and leaves like canopies
And nights in isolation
even when surrounded by everything we love
Sweat-soaked shirts and see-through skirts
couldn't keep this love
Arms shaped like ouroboros
I wonder if those we scorned still hold our scars
or learn to live
To heal without us
The past is a trap, a future unsure
A present that's never given anything but remorse
The news makes it worse
Shellings or purse, pocketbooks and gas
Measured against bombs on glass
They tell you it doesn't last
but the dread always does
The doom of the last
How many days are ahead of us?
How many ways can we speed up our own demise?
Were we fucked from the start?
An experiment aborted by uncaring stars
Left to fend for ourselves, the end of ourselves
Until it repeats again in the arms of ouroboros
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