From Madness Reaching
Screaming crow perched atop the flat screen,
messages from the otherside fold in to skin
invisble current
Flowing angrily against grinding teeth
The ruckus awakens deep within us
something terribly holy,
something irregularly pure
pouring
out eyes too awake for a somnambulant world
drowning in prescription whirlpools
Open door, mentholated air,
lungs bleed against the sky falling
Crashing in to anything we beleive
anything we understand
miniscule molecules
explosively disingenuous
and broken
no longer original
no longer transparent
or beloved
Isn't it interstingly humorous
that our bones become hollow
from the words we forge
from weakened states
of being
Copyright © Merritt Waldon | Year Posted 2012
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