(As of yet untitled)

Don’t let the world fool you,
the sky beckons.
I see beyond the whites in your eyes
and the cloudless skies.
The land is still and the people are quiet.
Now
is when the storm can strike,
in this still emptiness,
break open the earth,
spill it’s blood.
Mark the jaded crowds
and scribe upon their organs,
words that will settle into the material of being.
Words,
a marrow embedded in our bones.

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