THE CRACKS

Thinking myself taking oar strokes between the field islands hills

and sail by untouched;

in defenseless journey forward into a new dawn

 

Detained…

while the written clouds dense the sight

have gleamed-through wisdom been graveled and extinguished

 

Remaining in missing futures ― when memories rupture

 

*

 

Am in fragments to piece together

Threadthorned blinkers to throw off

A hidden away pathfinders aging heart

 

We or You,

forced to cuddle with suffering for its ugliness sake

 

We, have suffered enough,

streamed in the cleanest well

 

for others

 

 

Insufficiency has gifted more than enough

while Death bit by bit caught us life-marked

 

too long

 

Have traced the frustrations; the conditions itself,

setting in hearts a rope to snare the scab carriers

You know, was so heartstarved, forced to fair my eye,

overdose beauty in a torn down world

where animal life now is set as a goal to reach up to

You,

there must come in prettier days here soon

Speak.

THE CRACKS

THE CRACKS

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