Tuesday, September 17, 2013

pot of gold

It never goes away
Steel sitting in the recesses of mandibles
But you don't cry
It's laughable that body reacting to voices behind doors and wet leaves
And it's been two years
Yes and more
More, as history falls dripping
The sky is vast and liquid, embracing
Look up!
Hips rising
Parting the clouds
Living takes place where the rays come in
Illuminating sewers and blown trash
Turning them into the art we exhibit in the halls where our loved ones used to be
'cause that's all you can do
'cause you are rich and the dust will turn to gold.

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