Please reach out and touch my sky
There is no time for questions.
The electric sky is falling apart, falling into pools.
Explosive intentions splitting the grand
...Nothing
My foolish transcendence out of grace
Naked and sprawled out in the hard-feathered nether.
The flocks of my stone-faced forefathers;
Chewing and spitting into my future.
Chastising and tearing at my bloody
Furnace.
My anger
My wrath
My fear.
Short-leashed attention whipping at my aegis.
Blistering kettle of
Selfish desires.
To fall apart in this place
Would be my final undoing.
Not a stitch of such grace could be found
In my shadow.
The loss of one's attempt to flee
This place would be the death of me.














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and this is the best one yet.
because its the most honest.
and the most beautiful.
Made me cry a little.
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