And as your body falls apart around you,
What’s left will grow another; Like carcinisation, it moves ever closer To what we ought to be.
Pick up the shell you outgrew,
Frame it, burn it, write about it, Take a photo that sits lifeless In a book, forgotten, on the shelf.
Feel the ground like gospel;
It’s never been this new. Dig deep with digits unfamiliar Unearth something wholly.
Stumble, pick yourself up.
Stumble, get up again. Stutter, crack, stumble, Get. Up.
again. And again. And a
Gain ground from the past
Take light from the future Molding life out of inanimate Like you’re your own god.
One day, too, your skin will shed
You’ll molt and peel out, fresh, New. Your skin will touch air, new breath, New words, To describe your birth, Again
g a I n .
I want to curl up so hard my limbs stick together
Like dough, like clay Squeeze me together until the seams disappear Lose my shape in your palms Knead me smooth Turn me over, and over and over I’m raw potential now Waiting for a chance to be something new Continue reading “Shapeless”
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Oh, I’ve got no room to let
Got no room to let you live No room to let you live and die Inside this heart of mine
There’s just no time to waste
No time to waste on you and I When all I want’s a nice soft bed And a roof to hide the sky Continue reading “Fucking Well.”
Take a look around
Can you see through the trees? They’re so big and overgrown; The wind is howling, but there’s no breeze
They tell us to stop lighting fires
To clear away the weeds To clear out all this old growth brush Continue reading “Old Growth”