 We are taught to use our words
The lie of sticks and stones While bone heals More readily than soul I can craft a compliment From consonants and vowels Punctuated with love Just as much as I am able To forge a sword in hatred Sharpened on the stone of my rage I can cure or cut with the assembly of syllables I have done both in a breath But it is in my silence where the volumes speak Verbs in a vacuum Sucked up and away That you know I am lost to you
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 We arrive here as beings
Bound by stardust The breaths follow Loudly expressing our disconsolacy Torn from the sky Thrust into a loud, bright world When all we knew Was a subtly thrumming darkness We want to go back Some part of us Always wishing for what was lost To be made particulate and floating again Or perhaps it's just me Desperate for the simplicity of aimlessness The pressure of goals The complexity of wholeness Held here by gravity My cells remember When I was widespread and weightless I must remind them I am temporary This time of jostling and bustle Will end more quickly than it began They will be free to roam again Many years from now When I am gone Having been here sufficiently long To begin asking for release From the bonds that held so fast My memories and those of me will fade Dispersed to wind and waves Absorbed eventually elsewhere In someones and somethings else  This spot
Is an angry red A sting and a tang When touched to my tongue And I can't stop Poking at it Wanting to hasten healing Impotent in the face of the second hand Laughing at me With each staccato tick I'm not better Something fresh always replaces it Somewhere and something else To worry There is no salve for this No unguent to soothe Only acclimation to new pain As it fades to background noise Becoming a new instrument In the symphony of scars Can you hear it Playing louder As you approach? I tried to warn you |
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