Vernon Witmer Poet Free verse

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Survival

We burrow our way through each other’s lives 
Nurturing wounds we pretend to believe.
Time, a sieve for palpitations created 
By the language of the heart. 
Using words commingled from 
The breast of the best 
We hope for our own salvation, 
But clarity is just a day without clouds.
The only breath taken without remorse 
Is the one taken by God.
Blowing matter across the windswept plains 
Of our spirit with just enough salt 
For one more irritation. 
Each inclination of indignation 
Turns to residual action
Where suicide is survived. 
Every blink transitions 
Into the floating lash 
of someone’s whip, 
Embracing a stranger’s back 
with another kiss.
There is no precious cargo here. 
There never was.
Like all dead end kids 
We give up, grow up, 
Throw up, 
And survive.

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