Jars I: Moments of Memory
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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