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Jars
Jagged remains 
jars of jagged broken glass 
youth swims into the past 
the end of spring 
the start of wages 
earned in the meager life 
all is for the dying 
of my flesh 
I transpire in the womb 
of my minds empire 
I see the ripples at the dawn of divinity  
I feel the glass shards jagged
of my wasted life 
I cut my spine
a grind my past 
Into bitter sand 
I stand and grin sinisterly 
my time spent burning the weed 
Destin to sleep the fevered dreams 
lost in jars of jagged dark glass 
Jars line my mind each one 
fill with the moments of memory 
the jagged images of my occurrence 
occupy my time 
the calling of the barren lands
I offered no resistance 
I only struggle in my existence
Linger in Jagged remains 
Of jars jagged things
full of broken glass 
My youth swims into the past 
At the end of spring 
Before the start of wages 
earned in my meager life 
all done for the dying 
The dryness of my flesh 
I transpire in the womb of creation 
I stand in my minds empire 
I see the ripples at the dawn of infinity

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