The strong need something
Something rich and sweet
To add and replace
The feelings of non-acquired taste
The weak want to hide
By hegemonic disconnect
Secure in anonymity
Add milk
Add sugar
Add honey and cream
Leave bitterness behind
Darkness unseen
If only daily life
Was as simple as morning coffee
How do rocks go astray?
How do they crumble and erode?
Broken crags and fallen stones
Protect and hold on to
Cliffs and slippery slopes
In anxious absence
Flounder and fracture and fester in mold
These rocks break and they batter
Building upon buildings
Mountains and shrines
Dark fallen towers
Of forfeited godliness
If only rocks could speak,
If they could sing and skip
Upon the highways of life
Then silence wouldn’t be home to stony hearts
And narrow paths wouldn’t be so cold
Small indulgences
Bursting into nothing
Wispy wafts of fragrant artifice
Splattering flames
Submerged in self-drowning waste
Constant flickers
Of the wagging tongue
Hot and silent
Aromatherapy
Fulfilling variants
Of diminishing sensations
Cheap meditation of
Broken seals
This little light of mine
I feed to keep alive
This place is mine. My fortress against the outside, Against others, My memorial that they will not forget. Here my spirit lies For I am not dead. Merely Unseen, Invisible … Continue reading My Little Corner
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