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Silas Clairmont Poem
Can't you see that I am blind. Yet I still see the ghosts and the signs making love with the devil her eyes made of metal. Thunderous beasts we shall bleed and wrestle. American dreams I embezzle run you over hit the pedal.
Bloody mary your so hairy, Bloody mary your so hairy, holy mary shes a fairy Clothed in black singing and screaming with a crack, open up frozen gates.
Copyright © silas clairmont | Year Posted 2024
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Silas Clairmont Poem
I am the unseen titan who stands with a height so vast. I am the bridge, the body, the threshold. In stories tales and film of some dull design. As ones passes leaving behind there shell upon there last touch of comfort opposed to the hands of grief holding on to what must change and evolve as through there perspective of the dead in there most pure and raw form seeing the very ceiling gone as if if never there. Nothing no obstruction no signs of tamper but a wide blue sky in ones raw form climb the invisible ladder, walk the phantom staircase. This escalation to our source, our home is merely a mistake. For I know what's truth for to reach the true gates one must stand upon the shore of beauty where the waves keeping coming back in a sense of requesting your return . walk on the water and progress to the very raw source of our home. For earth is the surface and heaven lies the in the solar system of the North Star the hole breaking through the black wall of space.
Copyright © silas clairmont | Year Posted 2025
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Silas Clairmont Poem
I take my aim giving credence to the collapsed infrastructure called my brain. the subconscious is so unclear. Stabbed by imagination I lay bleeding as my aorta atery bleeds. I do this as such my mother goose. no motives or direct actions that have been claimed. clowns we are forever here to play.
Copyright © silas clairmont | Year Posted 2024
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