1. 1 year ago 

   Poem of Sorts

   The rhythm has recharged me

   I’m alive without blood

   a monster of the most civilized sort

   wanting nothing from you.

   I can feel your misery

   as I lay at your feet

   we could celebrate your birthday every second of the day

   we all live forever on a long enough time scale.

   You and I are the branches of civilization

   Unfortunately our heritage is cold

   I own pictures of the previous beauty

   but they do not compare to the drop of water

   left on my fingernail.

   I see them all around

   trying to grow substance from one another

   to outlive the rest

   “to save humanity”

   But the war is not when the Corporate businessmen buy jets

   or when a 12 year old pops her cherry

   or when a soldier kills a family of 4.

   The war is a manifestation of our frustration.

   When the water, the last pure substance of our family,

   learns to duplicate,

   to love or to feel the rest of us

   sharing our lifesource, the world will end.

   We will once again see fall.

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